I want a big, big bowl of figs for a meal
And the excitement for my baby could be real

I’m neither sixty, nor I’m seventeen
She isn’t even ugly, she’s a beauty queen
But there’s a little problem and one thing that could heal
I need a big, big bowl of figs for a meal

I want a big, big bowl of figs for a meal
And the excitement for my baby could be real

When she is in top form, I’m out of power
When I’m at my best, her headache starts to lour
I asked the fortune-teller, what can make me heal
He said: take a big bowl of figs for a meal

I want a big, big bowl of figs for a meal
And the excitement for my baby could be real