| You can talk all you want about women
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| Said a sailor known as Dan McCan
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| And if you really want to know about women
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| You’ve got to talk to a sailor man
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| Now I don’t know how many woman the sailor met
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| And I hope there isn’t that any he’ll regret
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| For if he’d only met me I’d a given him some trimmin'
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| I’m one gal he’d never forget
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| Well who are you?
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| Who am I? |
| I’m Hula Lou
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| I’m the gal that can’t be true
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| I do my nestin' in the evenin' breeze
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| 'Neath the trees
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| You oughta see me shake my BVDs
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| I never knew
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| A man who wouldn’t hula dance or woo
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| And sail across the briny blue to who
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| The lady known as Hula Lou. |
| That’s me
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| Now you ask any sailor and he’ll tell you
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| That this lady is the greatest dancer he ever knew
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| There isn’t a ship in the Navy
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| That I haven’t got a friend in the crew
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| There’s not a cruiser on the waves
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| Without someone who is my devoted slave
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| And I don’t care how nasty I may be
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| I’m the one gal the sailors all crave
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| Ha Ha Ha Ha!
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| You don’t believe me?
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| No!
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| Well you travel in and out
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| You travel in the south
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| You travel back and forth
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| You travel in the north
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| You see them shakin' east
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| You see them shakin' west
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| But boys I do my shakin' where the shakins' best
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| I gotta hula smile
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| Lots of hula hair
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| A little hula here
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| A little hula there
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| I’ve got the cutest eyes
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| Never mind what shade they are
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| But (lookin' at them the boys*) will never get very far
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| 'Cause I’m Hula Lou
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| I’m the gal that can’t be true
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| I do my nestin' in the evenin' breeze
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| 'Neath the trees
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| I got more sweeties than a dog has fleas
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| I never knew
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| A man who wouldn’t hula dance or woo
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| And sail across the briny blue to who
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| The lady known as Hula Lou. |
| From Honolou |