Avocado
Why don’t you come to your senses?
You’ve been out riding chances for so long now

Oh you’re a green one
But I know that you’re out of season
This heat has been teasing you, it will hurt you somehow.

Don’t you draw Sir Kobayashi, boy!
He’ll eat you with skins and labels
But then I’m the other person you can get

And it seems to me some fine chefs
Had been waiting for your oil
But you only want to hide in Somerset

Avocado
Oh you are getting much darker
You could get skin cancer
I’m driving you home

And freedom, oh freedom
Well, you’re on your bed, sleep-talking
Your stench can be smelt within an eighteen-mile zone.

Won't your seed get sown in the wintertime?
The skin stays green, all the sons of thine
But it’s hard to tell if they’re ripe enough yet.

When you’re rotting through your skin and pulp
Ain’t it funny how your appeal just goes away?


"Avocado
What makes you think you're so holy?
You're gonna be guacamole before too long"

Save your complaining
Well there’s my knife right above you
You’d better let my sharp knife cut you
Let my sharp knife cut you
You’d better let my saliva touch you
Before it’s too late.