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.