Salade de fruits

Your mom gave you the name
Fruit Salad, oh, what a pretty name!
In the name of your Hawaiian ancestors
I gotta say, you wear it well

Fruit Salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You charm my dad, you charm my mom
Fruit Salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
One day or another, it’s gotta happen
That we get hitched

Hanging out, in the hut, by the water
There are pineapples, there are coconuts
I’ve already tasted them, I don’t want more
– The fruit of your lips would be welcome

I’ll dive in, naked, into the ocean
To bring you back silver fish
With shiny seashells
Yeah, but in return, you know what I want

Fruit Salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You charm my dad, you charm my mom
Fruit Salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
One day or another, it’s gotta happen
That we get hitched

We’ve each given, with all our hearts
What was best in us
At the back of my hut, by the water
That moving basket, it’s a little cradle

Fruit Salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You charm your dad, you charm your mom
Fruit Salad, pretty, pretty, pretty
You’re the fruit of our love!
Hello, little one!