Lyrics
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?"
A controversial topic, this pineapple plight
A debate that would rage long into the night
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
A heated exchange, our voices raised
Over this exotic garnish, our opinions frayed
Oh, really? The aftershocks of our heated exchange
そうですか? Ringing out, as our perspectives remained estranged
The circumference of thought, forever shifted in that instance
As I championed the pineapple's presence, without penitence
Ah...Ah.........
Oh, really? The aftershocks of our heated exchange
そうですか? Ringing out, as our perspectives remained estranged
The circumference of thought, forever shifted in that instance
As I championed the pineapple's presence, without penitence
"What?" He cried, aghast at my bizarre crustation
"I don't care for your rules!" I rallied, with louder oration
"This pineapple belongs, brushing tongues with the doughy gift"
He stomped off, dismayed, while I reveled in my ideologic rift....
lalalalala.......
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