歌词
Verse 1:
There once was a man with a plan so grand,
To grow a mango tree, the finest in the land.
He tasted every kind, from sweet to tart,
Collected all the seeds, to make a fresh start.
Verse 2:
From markets and stalls, he gathered with care,
Mangoes of all types, their flavors so rare.
Then he found a kind, overripe in a sack,
Bought it in bulk, but some taste did lack.
Chorus:
Oh, he dreamed of a mango grove, bright and sweet,
Houseplants of citrus and pomegranate complete.
But his mango love took a twist and a turn,
Now he's only got a moderate yearn.
Verse 3:
He ate those mangoes, stomach started to churn,
Thought he might have food poisoning, a lesson to learn.
Tried to throw up, some mango came out,
But most stayed inside, filling him with doubt.
[Instrumental]
Chorus:
Oh, he dreamed of a mango grove, bright and sweet,
Houseplants of citrus and pomegranate complete.
But his mango love took a twist and a turn,
Now he's only got a moderate yearn.
Verse 4:
Throwing up was rough, but the taste stayed the same,
His mango passion dwindled, it's a crying shame.
No more dreams of mango trees filling up his flat,
Just a few citrus, he's content with that.
[Instrumental]
Verse 5:
Now he tends to his plants with a lighter heart,
His mango ambitions no longer a part.
Breeding European mangoes, a thought of the past,
His love for the fruit, no longer so vast.
Chorus:
Oh, he dreamed of a mango grove, bright and sweet,
Houseplants of citrus and pomegranate complete.
But his mango love took a twist and a turn,
Now he's only got a moderate yearn.
[Instrumental]
Outro:
So here's to the man with a garden so fine,
Of pomegranates, citrus, and a simpler design.
Mango dreams faded, but his green thumb remains,
Growing simpler joys, in life's shifting lanes.
[Instrumental]
