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 the can

I will find in my own business
That drinking daddy's juice
I swear I'll never touch that stuff again
Like the pig before he gave his all that aluhau
I'm in the pen

Got, those beach boy blues
Don't the time go slow
Lonely beach boy blues
Only thirty days and ninety years to go

I want a taste of honey
For my rhine in these lips
I want to be her ever loving man
But I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
I'm in the can

Well now I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
I'm in the can.
