Little Brown Gal - by Don McDiarmid & Lee Wood

 

It's not the islands fair that are calling to me It's not the balmy air nor the tropical sea It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii       It isn't Waikiki or Kamehameha's pali Not the beach boys free with their hoomalimali It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii       Chorus: Through that island wonderland She's broken all the kanes' hearts It's not hard to understand For that wahine is a gal of parts       I'll be leaving soon but the thrill I enjoy Is not the island moon nor the fish and the poi It's just a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii