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