| Pineapple Pete with the Luau seat,
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| He loves to sit and he loves to eat;
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| The sweetest guy you could hope to meet,
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| But it seems that his dinner goes, to his seat.
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| Pineapple Pete started out on Poi,
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| And when he started did he enjoy!
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| Before he grew to a full grown boy,
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| He was one-quarter avoir, half dupois.
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| He went on to grapple, with Philadelphia Scrapple. |
| With meatloaf and mustard,
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| and cantaloupe and custard. |
| He ate so many starches he flattened both his
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| arches. |
| And now no body’s able, to pry him from the table-
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| Pineapple Pete, has become so fat. |
| He’s got to stay seated where he’s at.
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| He can’t dig you, so hurry out and meet. |
| The worlds-famous eater,
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| with the enormous seater. |
| Pineapple Pete.
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| While most folks are restin, he’s chompin and digestin. |
| While they’re busy
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| surfin, he’s arfin and he’s erfin. |
| When they say Aloha he hollars out some moah.
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| A mouth full of papaya, prevents him sayin Hi-ya.
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| Need I repeat, never watch his weight. |
| He keeps his eye on his neighbors plate.
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| And if you turn or you miss a beat, Man your 10 ounces thinner,
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| cause who’s got your dinner? |
| Pineapple Pete. |