Fruit Stands For Fixes

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