| I saw her leave the luau
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| With the one who parked the cars
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| And the fat one from the swimming pool
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| They were swaying arm in arm
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| I could hear the ukuleles playing
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| Down by the sea
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| She’s gone with the hula hula boys
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| She don’t care about me She’s gone with the hula hula boys
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| She don’t care about me They’re singing,
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana (everybody sing the chorus together now!) or Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana (get to the point… cut to the chase)
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Yesterday she went to see
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| The Polynesian band
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| But she came home with her hair all wet
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| And her clothes all filled with sand
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| I didn’t have to come to Maui
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| To be treated like a jerk
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| How do you think I feel
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| When I see the bellboys smirk?
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| And I can hear the ukuleles playing
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| Down by the sea
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| She’s gone with the hula hula boys
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| She don’t care about me They’re signing,
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
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| Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana :-)
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| (We hear this is a particular favorite of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson) |