Holiday in Waikiki

I won a competition in a little column in my local paper.

So I packed my bags and flew across the sea all on my local paper.

I sailed to hawaii in the u.s.a.

I’m just an english boy who won a holiday in waikiki.

I didn’t realize it was commercialized when I unpacked my cases,

Because a genuine hawaii ukulele cost me 30 guineas,

And even when I’m swimming I have to pay.

I’m just an english boy who won a holiday in waikiki.

Oh yeah, yeah.

Across the coral sands I saw a hula hula dancer, looking pretty.

I asked her where she came from and she said to me,

I come from new york city,

And my mother is italian,

And my dad’s a greek.

I’m just an english boy who won a holiday in waikiki.

It’s a hooka hooka on the shiny briny on a wake a hola[? ],

And in a little shack they had a little sign that said coca cola,

And even all the grass skirts were pvc.

I’m just an english boy who won a holiday in waikiki.

Oh yeah, yeah.

In waikiki

In waikiki