In the town where I was born
Lives a man whose lips are green
And the reason is because
He eats orange tangerines

And the lady next door---
Her clothes are never clean
And the reason is because
She eats orange tangerines

We all eat lots of orange tangerines
Orange tangerines, orange tangerines
We all eat lots of orange tangerines
Orange tangerines, orange tangerines

And our friends are all the same
But some of them eat nectarines
And the band begins to play.........

We all eat lots of orange tangerines
And some nectarines, some nectarines
We all eat lots of orange tangerines
Orange tangerines, orange tangerines

We will also sample cheese
As we live our lives of ease
Sometimes we have whipped cream
On our orange tangerines

Repeat chorus