Well, me and Kage are hungry
We're hungry for some fruit
We wander through the garden
It would be a hoot
To eat some low hangin' fruit
We're on a free pursuit
Don't want no high cla** model in designer f**in' bathing suit
We want the low hangin' fruit
Me and Kage are horny
We're lookin' for a snack
Lookin' for a plump one
With a tasty crack
We want some low hangin' fruit
She wear the bee keeper suit
She got the sh**-kickin' boot
We need the low hangin' fruit
She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes
And the bu*t-floss 'long with fried green tomatoes
And she love that song we sing for the ladies
Come on! Oh my god!
Rip-snart on a flip-florp fiddly-dorp hor shicka or hor hea-ah hea-ee wooooow
Shickacka-quea shickacka-quea shickacka-quea shickacka que que que que que que que que que pppppttttthhhhh
Low hangin' fruit
She wears a pink parachute
She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes
We love the low hangin' fruit
Because the high-cla** fruit is not gonna f** me
But the low-cla** fruit is sweet chunky monkey
When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!