- Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
- God didn't make little green apples, and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
- Now when you pick a pawpaw, or a prickly pear, and you prick a raw paw - next time beware.
- I'm praying for a rain in California, so the grapes can grow and they can make more wine. And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago, with a broken heart and a woman on my mind.
- And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Lyrics Quiz: Fruit
Inspired by Robb and his irrational hatred of #1. Personally, I think there should be more spelling in songs.
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