Hey folks! It's been a bit since I've had a new song, but I'm still at it
This was originally written as a straight-ahead parody of country songs about illicit teen partying and people who think you can't get in trouble for drinking in public if you hide the label.
Then my garage rock band played it for a while.
Now it's a Regdar song. But also an excuse to play my new melodica!
Mix 2
PBRInAPineapple2.mp3
Mix 1
PBRInAPineapple1.mp3
Lyrics
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Do you remember those summer days?
We'd load the party in your daddy's Dodge
Riding the gravel, it felt like hours
Everyone's at the old hunting lodge
Riding gravel roads, it felt like hours
All are friends are at the hunting lodge
If they know we're here
They can't do nothing
We don't care if they find out
That we're all getting drunk
But we ain't getting caught
We ain't getting scurvy
Or public intox'
PBR in a pineapple
PBR in a pineapple
We ditched the party ran into the woods
With drinks in hand 'cause we might not return
The days were long; that night was longer still
With you under the stars and much to learn
And we can't drive home
'til the buzz wears off
We might never go home again
PBR! Pineapple! Hit the bar! Keep it full!
but parents are not bound by due process
They took the drinks, the fruit, our keys, and phones
I hope one day that I'll see you again
'til then I'll fill produce with beer alone
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