Well, me and Kage are hungry

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 freaky pursuit
 Don't want no high class model in designer [bad word] #39; 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 beekeeper suit
 She got the [bad word] kickin' boot
 We need the low hangin' fruit

 She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes
 And the butt-floss 'long with fried green tomatoes
 And she love that song we sing for the ladies
 Come on! Oh my god!

 Rip-snort and a flip-florp fiddly-fjorp...
[scat]

 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-class fruit is not gonna [bad word] me
 But the low-class fruit is sweet chunky monkey
 When you smoke that fruit, you smell like a skunky
 Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!