The Hula Hula Boys

I saw her leave the luau
With the one who parked the cars
And the fat one from the swimming pool
They were swaying arm in arm
I could hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me They’re singing,
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana (everybody sing the chorus together now!) or Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana (get to the point… cut to the chase)
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Yesterday she went to see
The Polynesian band
But she came home with her hair all wet
And her clothes all filled with sand
I didn’t have to come to Maui
To be treated like a jerk
How do you think I feel
When I see the bellboys smirk?
And I can hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me They’re signing,
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina 'ia mai ana ka puana :-)
(We hear this is a particular favorite of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson)