The Mangosteen Song

I'm in a tropical region Southeast Asia or Central America I love these weather conditions Perfect climate to let this fruit grow up It takes one or two decades But all the waiting makes the taste so sweet Beautiful leafy green tree Bearing tangy fibrous treats Wide awake in my sleep There's just one thing I wanna eat Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Kinda looks like a chestnut The rhind is reddish and purple like a beet The juicy wedges are inside Just like an orange, but the flesh is creamy white The taste reminds me of lychee Peach, pineapple, and strawberry, oh my This fruit is on fire It's like the best plum you've ever had Wide awake in my sleep There's just one thing I wanna eat Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Just one more time If I could have just one more bite I close my eyes And dream of mangosteen all night The queen of fruit kingdom There's no surpassing, it's loved by royalty Even the rhind has it's uses It transforms into juices, jam or tea Spent some time as an outlaw (You couldn't import it) You couldn't find one in the USA Not every fruit is this good raw In 2007, America got a taste Wide awake in my sleep There's just one thing I wanna eat Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Wide awake in my sleep There's just one thing I wanna eat Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams Mangosteen, mangosteen (There's nothing like a mangosteen) Mangosteen, even in my dreams