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