Hey there papaya
You're the brightest in the package
And it’s not a lie to say
That you're the highlight of my snackage
And you're dry
Better you than my mouth or eye
You don't know why

Hey there Papaya
There is nothing you've comprehended
Yes I am talking to a fruit
And if Fred Phelps gets offended
I don't care
I am here and he’s way over there
Blowing hot air

Oh it's such stupidity
Oh it's such stupidity
Oh it's such stupidity
Oh it’s such stupidity
It’s such stupidity

Hey there papaya
You're the type this doesn't crunch
You'll get stuck by my gums
But yet I'll get you in me before lunch
At breakfast time
You're sweeter than lemons and limes
By like ten times

Hey there papaya
This is getting excessive
It's good that you don't have a brain because
I would get depressed if
If I was you
And I knew that soon I would get chewed
I would feel blue

Oh, its utter lunacy
Oh, its utter lunacy
Oh, its utter lunacy
Oh, its utter lunacy
utter lunacy

There’s less of you than pineapples
But if the plastic was packed full
Of you it would be hard to appreciate
This distinct flavor that you pack
That’s quite different than Cheesy Mac
And not something that anyone should hate
Papaya with banana chips -
Better than food on cruise ships
I plan to have you at six fifty-eight
I’ve got a date

Hey there papaya
Don’t cry as my molars mash you
It is clear that you are not a nut
It wasn’t hard to cashew
That’s a pun
I know it was not a good one
But you are catchable you can’t run
So long papaya this was fun
But now you’re done


Oh, it’s utter lunacy