It’s the juice that makes it juicy

One bad thing about going to the gym is that I get molested by dance music the entire time I’m there. Though not my preferred style of music by a long, long way, I’ve been surprised to find that I quite like a few of the songs.

Here’s an example of one that has grown on me, The Fruit by Sander Kleinenberg. I think it might be quite a clever song and it really cracks me up:

At first I wondered if he’d gone too far with his chessboard jersey and hints of a Hitler mo, but who am I to judge someone who probably made a lot of money from a song that is essentially just a really catchy bass line and these simple lyrics:

It’s the fruit, that makes it fruity
It’s the juice, that makes it juicy
It’s the funk, that makes it funky
It’s the junk, that makes the junkie

Please let me know if I’m onto something here, or if it is actually crap. The constant numbing effect of loud house music might have permanently damaged my taste glands.