You can taste it on my lips
The Hœrgüpjelly kisses
Replace your five-a-day with this
It’s got all the right nutritions
Yes, of course it's a real food, uh
What do you mean it sounds made up?
Why are you being so suspicious?
I guess you'll have to kiss my lips
To check if it’s fictitious

The Hœrgüpjelly
Is a rare delicacy
And only a few have been fortunate enough
To taste it
It's like a jelly
But with the taste of a crepe
If a crepe was the shape of a muesli bar
It's kind of hard to describe
But if I had to put a name to it
I'd say the main flavour is love
(What a coincidence. Love tastes exactly the same as my regular lips)

You can taste it on my lips
My Hœrgüpjelly kisses
Okay so Google says it don't exist (he lies, he lies)
But girl they cook it in Mauritius
And I can take you there, baby
Well, not physically
Probably can't afford the tickets
But you can taste them on my lips
And it'll take you there in spirit
Yeah, I can't believe you're not intrigued
To taste so rare a rarity
As freshly squeezed Hœrgüpjelly
Yeah, well that's your loss you philistine
No I don’t care, in fact I'm pleased
It just means more Hœrgüp for me

You can taste it on my lips
My Hœrgüpjelly kisses
I rub the Hœrgüp on the tip
And it grants me thirty wishes
And every single wish I make
Is for you to want to love me on your own conditions
'Cause love is something you can't fake
It can’t be pressured with deception