[Spoken
<i>One, Two, Three, Four
This is a song about fruit</i>
Well If peaches had arms
They would surely hold eachother in their peachsleep
They would keep eachother safe and sound
In the fruit basket at night, when nobody is around
Yeah, yeah
If pears had ears, they would listen with fears
Telling secrets untold, keeping them until they are very old and rotting
Those poor pears forgotten, always upstaged by those assholes
Oh, speaking about apples
If apples had eyes, they would surely despise
Everything that they see, the imperfections in you and in me
Well well the apples on the trees are changing shape
And I can't appreciate them for what they really are
Well if plums had legs they would run all around
Through the cities and towns
Always going, never quite knowing who or what they are running from
Oh but those plums, how they run
Well well
They do run run plums, they do run run
[Spoken]
<i>This is where the song gets sexy</i>
If bananas had lips they would kiss and not miss
Touching sweet yellow skin, that to peel is a sin
So next time, man I will think twice before you peel that banana
Yes I would now
Well cantelopes had noses they would stop and smell the roses
Well if pineapples had eyebrows they would raise them at your lies now
If mangoes had hearts who knows what they would start,
Oh love and each and every last spot any fruit that they saw
If grapes had brains they would know how insane I've become writing songs about peaches and plums
Well well
They do run run plums, they do run run
Well I could sit here all night and try to recruit every single last solitary fruit
But that would mean that this song would be very long
It would go on and on and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on On and on and on and on and on
[Spoken]
<i>Take it away boys</i>
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Well If peaches had arms
They would surely hold eachother in their peachsleep
They would keep eachother safe and sound
In the fruit basket at night, when nobody is around
Yeah