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.