"Pineapple Princess" by Annette Funicello from the album Hawaiianette. 1960.
Anybody who knows my personal whatsits will likely see this as a fresh loaf of cornbread. Or maybe a bigger cop-out than the jailbreak at Comatose County Sheriff's Department prison. I'm sure you modern listeners don't have your head stuck in the 60s like me, and can thus-ly shake your head at this selection like a vertical horizon bobble-head. But level with me- I'll be your Pokemon trainer. That over-the-top old-school pop fully intends to capture your corny side. Through the almost-kiddie lyrics, the era-defining kitsch soars high and morphs a guilty embarrassment of, say, "Short Shorts" into a sing-along pleasure. Though Funicello's nearly-strained vocals may deflate the effect a notch, her status as a "Beach Icon" (quoted straight from das wiki) sponges the culture and humor effectively to music. Who knew cheese and pineapple went together so well?
