She said "I'm no good in the mornin', can you come back about noon?" I said, "but baby, this is our honeymoon" I tried on my life vest sayin' "watch me float" those were my last words before I jumped off the boat
and now I'm doin' the backstroke 'neath a Havana moon wonderin' if my bride is still in that room I hope there's bananas on a beach coconuts in reach' and nothin' that I'll ever have to shoot Just a paradise of low-hangin' fruit
Federales from the mountains, coast guard from the sea I never dreamed these guys were chasin' me I said "what'd I do? I didn't do nothin' and I really must insist" he said "cabrón!" and put the cuffs on my wrist
and now I'm makin' gravel with a ten pound sledge wishin' for something that could take off the edge if I could get a lawyer on the phone, I wouldn't be so alone guess they ain't got the time or they just don't give a hoot too busy livin' off of the low-hangin' fruit
And you can work all day, and all night long at the top of the tree but you'd be doin' it wrong throw down your ladder and open your eyes fall down on your knees and get a fine prize
I dreamed last night I was sleepin' but I was really wide awake thinkin' 'bout all the easy money and about my great escape and all the women from New York City to the beaches of L.A. they give me reason for my get away
and now I'm makin' a tunnel, a little tunnel of love and it's adiós amigos to the guards up above I hope to be there pretty soon though I'm just usin' a little spoon I'll be poppin' up under the low-hangin' fruit
and it's goodbye felons and hello melons where ever it's hangin' low is where I want to go and if it's growin' near the ground it's where I will be found in a paradise of low-hangin' fruit.