`Beach Boy Blues`


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 mind in my own business

That drinking daddy's juice

I swear I'll never touch that stuff again

The krink appeared 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 30 day s and 90 years to go


I want a taste of honey

For am I raw in his lips

I want to be her ever loving man

But I'm a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple

I'm in the can