On a beautiful pea green Bob Jackson,
They took some vodka, and plenty of cocaine,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pineapple! O Pineapple my love,
What a beautiful Pineapple you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pineapple you are!'
*The Owl and the Pineapple went to Herne Hill
Edward "fixed gear" Lear
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