The pineapple can, can.
Dole wanted to return some magic to the sickly sweet pineapple juice they sell in a can. So, I wrote and recorded a jingle for them. They didn’t buy it. And look where they are now. Coincidence? Probably.
Who can take the sun out of the sky and put it in your hand?
The pineapple can.
Who can fill your mouth with golden juice that makes your life so grand?
The pineapple can.
Whose flesh can give you vitamins to make your body hum?
The pineapple can.
Who can add zest and zing to everything it touches and gets on?
The pineapple can.
Who has the power to stop all time
the moment when everything’s fine
its golden goodness trickles through your mind?
Who can take the sun out of the sky and put it in your hand?
The pineapple can.