Comedic song about getting "fruit" in the city. |
Fruit Stand For Fixes Verse 1: Go past the bus stop And the porno shop And the back alley where the Mayor gets his dro Left at the t-shirt store Where the owner is a part Time child laborer and part Time whore If you reach that Hungry For Fat sign You went too far Walk past the eboli deli And go down the darkest, meanest alley Chorus: There’s Bruno With his apples and bananas and cherries He can help you pick out all the finest berries He used to sell dope on the New England Ferries You can still get some at the bottom of the boxes he carries Verse 2: He has the most delicious peaches They melt in your mouth For a sawbuck, he’ll give you A bag and a card for future purchases It may be an alley But it’s more like a store He don’t sell drugs At least I don’t think so anymore There’s Rico, his buddy Who rakes in the money With his earthly demeanor And his all purpose cleaner Many have said that his fruit is tainted Some believe the apples are coke rocks painted But I don’t hear a single person complaining They are all eating apples and dancing and singing There’s Rodney with his pellets Make you feel like sunshine He steals your donor card In case he gives you the wrong kind There’s little bitty Pete with Lemonade stand For a buck you can get a loosey Even the name brands They may be hustlers But the right kind They at least swing a smile While robbing you blind You have to admit that the fruit is tasty A little too much can make a sane person crazy I hope the cops don’t figure on tracing me To Bruno and the best damn fruit in the darkest, Meanest alley |