Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers.

Codeine eyes swollen like hives and stingers.

This is our first caress

and I must confess you look slightly marionette-esque.

The way you walk out of order.

The way you talk out of tune.

Marooned on Piano Island.

Population of two, population me and you.

I met a girl with eight inch fingers.

She clothed herself in pineapple skin.

She tempted me with forbidden pleasure

now I'll live on Piano Island forever.

She's a tropical beauty.