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.