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[Instrumental intro] [Verse 1] In the year of 1965, a query I did conceive To an Italian gent, this burning question I weaved "Why no pineapples gracing the pizza's cheesy plane? This tropical fruit, from its presence, you refrain?" [Instrumental solo] [Pre-Chorus] A controversial topic, this pineapple plight A debate that would rage long into the night [Chorus] Oh, really? Was his reply, a furrow upon his brow そうですか? He pondered, scratching his chin somehow The circular area, this cult-like debate would soon inflame As I grasped that pie, ready to substantiate my claim [Instrumental solo] [End]