Grapefruit In Your Life

Song: When there's a grapefruit in your life, Every morning is a treasure. When you stumble from your bed, Your eyes are slits of red And your tongue tastes like a tire....

When you open up the door Of your frost-free Calvinator, There's a gleaming, yellow sphere right behind the beer, Caste aside your cares and strife. There's a grapefruit in your life.

When there's a grapefruit on your plate, You tremble with anticipation. When a perfect, golden jewel, Succulent and cool wakens to your fond caress...

When you pierce the blushing skin, Juices flow in all directions. Slice a tender ruby wedge with your cool, serrated edge. Bow your head and celebrate. There's a grapefruit on your plate.

I have known life's greatest pleasures: Rembrandt, Keats and Mahler. But how can Keats compete with the [pronounce with long e] At three pounds for a dollar?

When there's a grapefruit in your mouth, You can scarce believe you're mortal. Every tender bite you choose Spreads a sweet and fruity goo over every tooth and gum...

And your taste buds burst with song In a fructose exaltation. Let us bid a fond salute to the nobel, citrus fruit. Thank your grocer, thank the South. There's a grapefruit in your mouth.