Lyrics:

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 fuckin' 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 some tasty crack
We want some low hangin' fruit
She wear the beekeeper suit
She got the shit kicking boot
We need the low hangin' fruit
She got the flip-flops on with hot red potatoes
And the butt-floss on 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

Low hangin' fruit
She wears a pink parachute
She got the fly tattoo and the honky-tonky daisy dukes (woah)
We love the low hangin' fruit
Because the high class fruit is not gonna fuck 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