(Intro) Avocado Toast Knew... (Verse 1) In the heart of the kitchen, where the toast is gold, Avocado spread thick, a story to be told. Blueberry on bass, strumming low and sweet, Corn on the keys, with a rhythm to beat. (Chorus) Avocado Toast knew, we're more than just a snack, With every single riff, and every drumming whack. We're the Pitted Punks, with a seed to sow, Rocking out the orchard, with our fruity flow. (Verse 2) Corn's popping melodies, like kernels in the heat, Avocado's crooning lyrics, oh so smooth and neat. Blueberry's deep grooves, give the crowd a thrill, Together they're unstoppable, with sheer musical will. (Bridge) From the vine to the stage, we've come so far, Singing our hearts out, under the stars. Fruits of the same bowl, in harmony, We're the Pitted Punks, just let it be. (Chorus) Avocado Toast knew, we're more than just a snack, With every single riff, and every drumming whack. We're the Pitted Punks, with a seed to sow, Rocking out the orchard, with our fruity flow. (Verse 3) Avocado's rich and creamy, with a voice so bold, Telling tales of the toast, from days of old. Blueberry keeps the groove, with a berrylicious bass, While Corn on the Cobb, sets a golden pace. berrylicious bass, While Corn on the Cobb, sets a golden pace. (Verse 4) In the fridge's light, we found our fame, Playing gigs between the milk and the lettuce frame. Our sound is fresh, organic, and pure, With every note, we're the cure. (Chorus) (Verse 5) We're not just toppings, we're the main event, With every jam session, we're heaven sent. The Pitted Punks, we've got the zest, In the world of fruit, we're simply the best. (chorus) (Verse 6) So here's to the toast, that knew our worth, Gave us a stage, right at its hearth. We're the Pitted Punks, with a story to tell, In the kitchen concert, we'll always excel. (Outro) (Ending)
