Lyrics

Low Hanging Fruit
by Corwin Fox

i found myself bitter and cursing the cold
on a wintery morning while crunching to school
when i walked past a driverless idling car
i heard Mr. T’s voice say “I pity the fool!”

i threw in my school bag and jumped on the seat
i’d seen my mom do it so i popped it in gear
lurched down the street as i played with the pedals
i couldn’t see much but i managed to steer

whoa! whoa! whoa!
my road was much curlier
whoa! whoa! whoa!
but i’ve never been earlier

same destination, circuitous route
cuz sometimes you’re hungry for low hanging fruit
sometimes i’m just hungry for low hanging fruit

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my buddy on tour with his spouse and a pal
played a fine show at the Canmore Hotel
they all shared a room with a cot and a double
the couple went there and watched young Dave Chappelle

but as they were sleeping, the door came ajar
tourmate leaned in and eye contact was made
turns to the hallway and says, “they’re both sleeping!”
it was right to have left but instead they both stayed

whoa! whoa! whoa!
she yelled, “harder! keep humping me!”
whoa! whoa! whoa!
they yelled, “not in our company!”

though i wasn’t there, i will give my salute
cuz sometimes you’re hungry for low hanging fruit
sometimes i’m just hungry for low hanging fruit

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my friend is a slob and proud of the fact
he’s rough round the edges but smoother than silk
his bed looks like rats have thrown a frat party
at night he goes there and drinks warm buttermilk

one evening he lays there enjoying a flick
honks in a tissue he leaves to the air
middle of the night, he finds he is thirsty
his lips touch the glass and feel something else there

whoa! whoa! whoa!
this film is George Lucasy
whoa! whoa! whoa!
this kleenex is mucousy

“waste not and want not” is hard to refute
and sometimes you’re hungry for low hanging fruit
or thirsty for smoothie with low hanging fruit