LETĄ¯S TALK DIRTY IN HAWAIIN
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By John Prine and Fred Koller
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Well, I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket
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For the land of the tall palm tree.
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Aloha, Old Milwaukee, Hello, Waikiki
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I just stepped down from the airplane
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When I heard her say,
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"Wacka, wacka, nooka likka,
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Wacka, wacka, nooka likka,
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Would you like a lei?"
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Chorus:
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Hey!
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LetĄ¯s talk dirty in Hawaiin,
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Whisper in my ear.
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Kicka pooka mok a wa wahine
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Are the words I lont to hear.
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Lay your coconuta on my tiki,
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What the hecka, mooka, mooka, dear,
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LetĄ¯s talk dirty in Hawaiin,
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Say the words I long to hear.
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ItĄ¯s a ukelele, Honolulu sunset,
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Listen to the grass skirts sway,
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DrinkinĄ¯ rum from the pineapple
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Out on Honolulu Bay.
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The steel guitars are playing
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While sheĄ¯s talinkg with her hands,
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"Gimme, gimme oka-doka make a wisha wanna polka,"
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Words I understand.
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Chorus
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Well, I boughta lotta junka with my moola,
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And I sent it to the folks back home,
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I never had a chance to dance the hula,
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Well, I guess I should have known.
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When you start talkinĄ¯ to a sweet wahine,
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WalkinĄ¯ in the pale moonlight
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Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka sis-boom-boccas."
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Hope I said it right.
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Chorus
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Let's Talk Dirty In Hawaiin
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| John Prine |
