Bucky Beaver's Stags & Loops Vol. 06

I'll be leaving soon, and a thrill I'll enjoy.

It's not the island moon, not the fish in a poy.

But it's a little brown gal in a little grass cur, in a little grass shack in Hawaii.

I'll be leaving soon

And a thrill I'll enjoy

Is not the island moon

Not the fish in a foil

But it's a little brown gal

In a little grass curt

In a little grass shack

In Hawaii

You heard the story of

My little brown gal

And how she loves to dance

When she hears this melody

For she never will sway

In the winky-wanky way

'Cause she is the flame for you

Old lady

The swirling wind over the poly, lovely hula hands, kaulima nani e.

I can feel the soft caresses of your lovely hand, your lovely hula hands.

Every little move expresses so I understand, every tender meaning of your hula hand,

fingertips that say aloha.

Say to me again, I love you, lovely hula hand, kaulima nani e.

I can feel the soft caresses of your lovely hands, your lovely hula hands.

Every little move expresses so I understand all the tender meaning of your hula hands.

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