Hey there Papaya,
What’s it like in the Amazon Rain Forest?
I’m 2 million miles away,
But you'll still satisfy me,
Yes you will,
You're a Mexican fruit,
I swear it’s true.

Hey there Papaya,
Don’t you worry about the distance,
I’ll send you off on plane,
In a crate you'll sit,
For 4 to 6 weeks,
And I can't wait forever,
To feel such zest.

Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Your so tasty.

Hey there Papaya,
I know you're not ripe yet,
But soon you'll be green,
And my mouth will be watering,
I can see your color,
A bright lime with a side of,
aquamarine.

Hey there Papaya,
It's almost the month of May,
And you should be seen,
From miles away,
That's what I think,
Even more green you'll turn over time,
A shade of lime.

Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,

2 million miles seems pretty far,
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars,
No matter how good I don't wanna,
Pay for you since you're not cheap,
But I will anyway just 'cuase,
You'll rid me of parasitic worms soon,
Papaya I can promise you,
Your spicy-sweet seeds I'll swoon,
And my palms will turn yellow,
And you’re to blame.

Hey there Papaya you be good,
And don’t you sour out,
I kill all of your fruit flies,
By frosting you in a frezeer,
Like I do,
Your leafs will make my tea,
With a touch of honey,
Hey there Papaya here's to you,
This one’s for you.

Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
Oh your so tasty,
What you do to taste.

Ohhh