Beach Boy Blues — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)

Im a poor hawaiian beach boy

A long way from the beach

cause someone shoved his face against my hand

Now Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple

Im in the can



I was minding my own business

But drinking daddys juice

I swear Ill never touch that stuff again

Just like a pig before he gave his all that aluhau

Im in the pen



Got those beach boy blues

Dont the time go slow

Lonely beach boy blues

Only 30 days and 90 years to go



I want a taste of honey

From my wahinis lips

I want to be her ever loving man

But Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple

Im in the can



But Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple

Im in the can