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Well, I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket
For the land of the tall palm tree
Aloha Old Milwaukee, Hello Waikiki
I just stepped down from the airplane
When I heard her say,
"Waka waka nuka licka, waka waka nuka licka
Would you like a lei? Eh?"
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
It's a ukulele Honolulu sunset
Listen to the grass skirts sway
Drinking rum from a pineapple
Out on Honolulu Bay
The steel guitars all playing
While she's talking with her hands
Gimme gimme oka doka make a wish and wanta polka
Words I understand Hey!
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
Well, I boughta lota junka with my moolah
And sent it to the folks back home
I never had the chance to dance the hula
Well, I guess I should have known
When you start talking to the sweet wahini
Walking in the pale moonlight
Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka-sis-boom-boccas
Hope I said it right Oh!
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
Aloha
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Some of us spend hours
In front of a friday night mirror
Trying to understand the kinda world
Where the beautiful prosper
Slicking up the kinda hair
That the magazine's say's a lost cause
Picking out the kinda girl in your mind
To go walking with you
Yesterday I met a girl
She made marilyn monroe look like . . . me
All she had to do was walk in the room
And my problems were starting
Then she'd at me and she'd smile
And I feel feel such a pain in my heart
Wanting her to come and whisper to me
"you're the man of my dreams"
Beautiful world, beautiful world
Sending me dreams, touching my hair
Making me cry . . . so I feel alive
Beautiful world, why do I hide?
I dunno why
I should spend so much time feeling so bad
I got everything a sinner could hope to get
This side of eden
Maybe some day I'll wake up
And I'll do what I should
Write a song to make heaven and earth
Go waltzing in time
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Kokomo - John Prine
04:00
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"mmmmmmm"
In a small fishing village
Northeast of guam
Sits a fine young chap
Holding hands with his mom
As the fish swim by
So does joe
For his body is in guam
But his mind is in kokomo
"kokomo, indiana
Kokomo, indiana"
"mmmmmmmm"
I long to be
Inside my home
Where the rafters are thick
With mens cologne
"mens cologne"
For if I were a tree
I know where I would grow
But my body is in guam
My mind is in kokomo
"kokomo, indiana
Kokomo, indiana"
"mmmmmmmm"
It's a large swimming pool
That will light up at night
With cigarette girl
And groom dressed in white
"dressed in white"
As the organ plays a song
The crowd doesn't know
For their bodies are in guam
But their minds are in kokomo.
"kokomo, indiana
Kokomo, indiana"
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Betty and Willie got it on one night
They climbed in a bottle of Tanqueray
Fell in love that very day.
They sat by the fire and listened to jazz
Had pretty little dreams like every couple has
But they had to be careful where they went out at night
'Cause Betty was black and Willie was white.
Willie's old man cut him out of the will
He hired a lawyer and sent Willie the bill
He said: 'Do what you want, boy, anything's fine'
'Cause from now on you ain't no son of mine'.
And Betty's momma, she tried to understand
But her Daddy just gave her the back of his hand
He said: 'Get out of this house, girl, don't you ever come back'
Willie was white and Betty was black.
The next few years were difficult ones
They put up with sneers and social shuns
And then one fine year she bore a son
They named him Tad and they dreamed of a year a little less bad
When Tad could stand in a skin of brown
A valedictorian's cap and gown
And speak of a day when the future's bright
And you could be proud to be black and proud to be white
And dream of a day when it's all right
That Betty was black and Willie was white.
Betty was black and Willie was white.
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She's got the mind of a child
And a body peaking over the hill
Well, she would if she could
And she should but nobody will
With her nails painted red
And her hair so unnaturally curled
Well, I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
She's tasted the night life
But it's left her with nothing but hunger
And all the available men
Seem to think that they want something younger
But youth is a costume
And the beauty within lies unfurled
And I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
Fast horses win the races
And Royal Flushes beat Aces
And everyone's playing to keep
So let's turn out the lights
And rock that old baby to sleep
She loves the sound of the rain
But you know she's still afraid of the thunder
She keeps a head full of hope
And a heart that's so full of wonder
She may look like a woman
But she's still some daddy's little girl
And I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
Yes, I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
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