Princess Pupule has plenty papayas She loves to give them away And all of the neighbors they say Oh me-ya oh my-ya you really should try-ya A little piece of the Princess Pupule's papayas Zazza zazza zazza zazza zay Princess Pupule's not truly unruly To pass out papayas each day But all of the neighbors they say She may give you the fruit but she hang on to the root And so she has the fruit and the root to boot Zazza zazza zazza zazza zay (alternate lyric after 'they say': The sample is ample, and so is the source She'll break her an acre and grow more of course) One bright Sunday afternoon It was field day in her papaya groves But I reached the gate an hour too late The customers were lined up in droves So let this be a warning Go early in the morning And it is true you'll never rue the day The Princess Pupule has plenty papayas She loves to give it away I mean papayas She loves to give them away