She
was born in New Orleans
Ran an elevator in Chicago
But she got to California somehow
So farewell to New Orleans
And goodbye to Chicago
Cause look what she's
a native of now
She's the queen of the
Hollywood islands
Since they photographed
her wearing a sarong
She's never even seen Tahiti,
still she's the big Tahitian sweetie,
from wearin' her shirt short
and her lashes long.
She's the star of those tropical pictures,
and she's strictly for the
monkeys when she smiles.
She couldn't even sing a loa,
they had to get a guy to show her,
the queen of the Holly
wood Isles.
Oh, they spray her with
oil to make her shiny,
so she'll look like she has
swum in some lagoon.
Six electrical guys
light the stars in the skies,
and a wind machine starts
blowing a Typhoon
there's a treadmill for her to run away on
and she always runs
into the leading man
He's a muscular John six,
but five inch small takes a gallon
and a half to paint him tan
Ooga -nooga -booga fish boy
hooka -nooga -booga fish boy
hooka -nooga -booga fish boy
Boy, a hooga -nooga -booga, poi and fish
A hooga -nooga -booga, poi and fish
A hooga -nooga -booga, poi and fish
Some dish the belle of
the Hollywood jungles
In that same old plot
they dig up from afar
But never judge
her by her chassis
She's every bit as smart as Lassie,
woof!
The queen of the Hollywood
Shouldn't catch pneumonia
She's the queen of the Hollywood Isles
A -hooga -nooga -booga, fish and poi
A -hooga -nooga -booga, fish and poi
A -hooga -nooga -booga, fish and poi
Boing!