In his cold little town, there's no singing allowed
No one smiles much and no one makes out and no one smokes down
He had a click in his knee and a sore in his mouth
Had a couple of girls, but nothing so great to keep him around
So from up on the tundra, he wandered down
Like a stray cat running from the snow
Took his motoring boots off and breathed the air
Tried to live on the beach and was seared by the sun
Back on the farm, his folks were up in arms crying, "our baby's a bum!"
But them Florida girls kept him at ease
Ginger and Rose and Jasmine and all the other smells on the breeze
Up from the marshes, she came to him
Like a flip-flop floatin' on a wave
Like a hummingbird flying across the sea
If you lose a wingbeat when you're over that sea
You'll be swallowed by the drink
You'll sink and you'll sink
You'll sink, you'll see
But up in her room smells like sweet cinnamon
Cedar and sage and incense and smoke where few men had been
He's lost and he's gone, got a heart like an orange
He's lost and he's gone, got a heart like an orange
Got a heart like an orange, got a heart like an orange
Got a heart like an orange, got a heart like an orange
Heart Like an Orange was written by Eric D. Johnson.
Heart Like an Orange was produced by Thom Monahan & Fruit Bats.