[Verse] In a little ol' town, where the longhorns roam, There's a place where strange fruits have really made a home. Durian on the tables, with its spiky skin, And down at the bar, they sip on voodoo within. [Verse 2] The smell hits ya hard, like nothin' you've ever known, But the locals swear that it's the tastiest they've grown. And just down the road, there's a brewery so fine, Serving up voodoo ranger with that hoppy pine. [Chorus] Durian and IPA, a perfect combination, In this little ol' town, it's a taste sensation. From the sweet to the bitter, they don't have to choose, Durian and voodoo ranger, it's the southern booze.
