| She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea | 
| A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes | 
| And love in her heart for me | 
| I work in a London bank, respectable position | 
| From nine to three they serve you tea | 
| But ruin your disposition | 
| Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem | 
| And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me | 
| She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt | 
| She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt | 
| She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea | 
| A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes | 
| And love in her heart for me | 
| Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' | 
| The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' | 
| She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true | 
| She said «You son of an Englishman, I’ve dreamed each night of you» | 
| She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt | 
| She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt | 
| She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea | 
| A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes | 
| And love in her heart for me | 
| I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only | 
| And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony | 
| An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side | 
| While six baboons got out bassoons and played «Here Comes the Bride» | 
| I’m back here in London town and, though it may sound silly | 
| She’s here with me and you should see us walk down Picadilly | 
| The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath | 
| She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death | 
| She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt | 
| She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt | 
| She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea | 
| A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes | 
| And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me |