I'm a poor Hawaiian beach boy a long way from the beach
'Cause someone shoved his face against my hand
Now I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
I'm in a can
I was minding my own business but drinking daddy's juice
I swear I'll never touch that stuff again
Just like a pig before he gave his all at the luau
I'm in a pen
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Got those beach boy blues
Don't the time go slow
Lonely beach boy blues
Only 30 days and 90 years to go
I want a taste of honey from my wahini's lips
I want to be her ever loving man
But I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
I'm in a can
Yeah, I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
I'm in a can