Will I wake up, is it a dream I made up? No, I guess, it's reality what will change us Or will we mess up our only chance To connect with a dream? Say
CHORUS "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
Bruised and abused, but still easily amused Can't figure why he still comes around Nobody hates him, they just like to humiliate him Then he'll take the
Lemme tell you now: I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain. Let's go inside my astral plane. Find out my mental based on instrumental records
I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in
Vaya Come on Vaya A bailar Where're my niggaz with the big dicks? Ahh Where're my niggaz with the hot whips? Ahh Where're my niggaz living better? We
I loved you... I don't care I loved you... I don't care Control Control Control Control I liked you... I don't care I liked you... I don't care
Porcupine Or Pineapple, Porcupine Or Pineapple, Porcupine Or Pineapple, Youch! Who won the war? Who won the war? Who won the war? Was it worth fighting
Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice I'ma sip on it, check it out I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat
Red alert from the Dairy Queen To the Vatican from Panama City Yeah, yeah Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal Hey, lemme crash at your place for
-Vaya -Come on -Vaya -A vailar [Chorus 2x:] Where're my niggers with the big dicks? -Ahh Where're my niggers with the hot whips? -Ahh Where're my niggers
Notes: Jt on sony.com: ananas is french for "pineapple". the song translates itself as it goes along. don't play it for anyone who actually
I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song So while she lay there sleepin', I read the paper in
Will I hate tomorrow? Will I hate what I can't see? I'm doubting Should I walk around it Try to be what I can't be I'm dying I'm not happy any I'm just
Bless you, bless our victorious war I pray for you Blood and candy mixing on The floor I close your eyes Strings of candy corns A string of pearls A
Oh God, here it comes again Here's that memory Breaks my back And when I figured it out Yeah, I thought I'd get by Here it comes Blacken the sun Bury
You know What it feels like To be naked To be ground by Giant pennywheels yeah Giant pennywheels Giant pennywheels yeah Giant pennywheels I dream, yeah
Well now and forever the moment's gone and time runs out And then it hits you with the pain, the things are great on the way up But nobody is with you