Let's Talk Dirty in Hawaiin

Let's talk dirty in hawaiin By john prine and fred koller 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, "wacka, wacka, nooka likka, Wacka, wacka, nooka likka, Would you like a lei? " Chorus: Hey! Let's talk dirty in hawaiin, Whisper in my ear. Kicka pooka mok a wa wahine Are the words I lont to hear. Lay your coconuta on my tiki, What the hecka, mooka, mooka, dear, Let's talk dirty in hawaiin, Say the words I long to hear. It's a ukelele, honolulu sunset, Listen to the gra*s skirts sway, Drinkin' rum from the pineapple Out on honolulu bay. The steel guitars are playing While she's talinkg with her hands, "gimme, gimme oka-doka make a wisha wanna polka," Words I understand. Chorus Well, I boughta lotta junka with my moola, And I sent it to the folks back home, I never had a chance to dance the hula, Well, I guess I should have known. When you start talkin' to a sweet wahine, Walkin' in the pale moonlight Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka sis-boom-boccas." Hope I said it right. Chorus