my money into a condensed can
Come here, where you think
where you think you're running to
I said come here, picnic gal
Come here, how could you say
I'm not speaking the truth
and fade your spoiled jackfruit
Come here, oh, picnic out
where you think you're running to
I said come here, oh, picnic out
How could you say that I'm not real
it's favourite and cornmeal
Come here, oh, oh, oh, pick me now
where you think you're running to
I said, come here, oh, oh, oh, oh,
I'm not speaking the truth?
Look on your gut, it fingers for jackfruit
Come here, oh, picnic ale,
Where you think you're running to
I said come here, oh, oh, oh, oh.
where you think you're running to,
I said come here, oh, oh, oh, oh.
where you think you're running
Well, I think I'll run in to...