At tea time on a gloomy morning
I pick out the sound of little birds chirping
I play a rhythm that’s pleasant to the ear
And put sweet fruit in my mouth
Ti ti ti papaya, tic tac tic tac

The smell of these flowers
Goes great with the breeze gently flowing in
I play a rhythm that’s pleasant to the ear
And put sweet fruit in my mouth
Ti ti ti papaya, tic tac tic tac
Ti ti ti papaya, tic tac tic tac