I picked the ripest lemon off the tree
And I can’t even put it into words what it did to me.
My lips were puckered, a pleasant looking face.
It expressed my joy and the righteous feeling, not to mention the taste.
I close my eyes, count to ten and then I let it out again.
I have to spread the news: It’s happening.

There’s an orchard I know of full of lemons, full of love, full of drugs.

I picked the ripest lemon off the tree
And then the other flavors seemed to follow almost naturally.
It has a funny way of making sense.
If I wasn’t such a glutton then it wouldn’t have to end.
I close my eyes, count to ten and think of solid ground again
As my head pops out of thin air but no one was there.

There’s an orchard I know of full of lemons, full of love, full of drugs.
There’s an ocean I know of full of lemons, full of love, full of medicine.

I picked the ripest lemon off the tree
then tentacles burst from the purple sky and they were mad at me.
They tore me limb from limb but I bounced back.
As an army we are ready for any variety of attack.
I close my eyes, count to ten, I open them and all my friends
Are screaming things beyond all means of hallucinogens.

There’s an orchard I know of full of lemons, full of love, full of drugs.
There’s an ocean I know of full of lemons, full of love, full of hugs.