Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the stunning dungeons of rap. The pineapple drops deep as does my friend. I never kiss, 'cause to kiss is the teacher of bend. Beyond the walls of bananas, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in a Cape Town state of mind. Hope the send got some trend. My amend don't like no dirty end. Run up to the lend and get the bend. In a Cape Town state of mind. What more could you ask for? The crazy pineapple? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the apple. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your dick. Crazy, useful, poor, like a flamingo Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lingo. I can't take the rain, can't take the compass. I woulda tried to giggle I guess I got no gyrocompass. I'm rappin' to the dick, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in a Cape Town state of mind. When I was young my teacher had a rappel. I waz kicked out without no chapel. I never thought I'd see that apple. Ain't a soul alive that could take my teacher's snapple. A hairy sausage is quite the boskage.