Words and Music by Neil Diamond
Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie,
Vanilla soup, a double scoop please.
No, maybe I want, maybe I won't, maybe I will.
The titti fruit, with fruity blue cheese.
Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie,
Don't let it get on your jeans, I know it sounds a little strange,
but you got to eat it with gloves--or your hands will turn green.
Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie,
It weaves its way through my dreams,
And I do believe I'm gonna have one and leave enough room for dessert,
chicken ripple ice cream
