John Prine - Let's Talk Dirty In Hawaiin lyrics

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** 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