[ Pineapple Princess ]
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"Pineapple princess", he calls me pineapple princess all day |
As he plays his ukulele on the hill above the bay |
"Pineapple princess", I love you, you're the sweetest girl I've seen |
"Someday we're gonna marry and you'll be my pineapple queen" * |
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I saw a boy on Oahu isle |
Floatin' down the bay on a crocodile |
He waved at me and he swam ashore |
And I knew he'd be mine forevermore |
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He sings his song from banana trees |
He even sings to me on his water skis |
We went skin-divin' and beneath the blue |
He sang and played his ukulele, too |
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"Pineapple princess", I love you, you're the sweetest girl I've seen |
"Some day we're gonna marry and you'll be my pineapple queen" |
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We'll settle down in a bamboo hut |
And he will be my own little coconut |
Then we'll be beachcombin' royalty |
On wicky-wicky wacky Waikiki |
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