Sippin' Soda
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(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) (She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they serve you tea But ruin your disposition Each night of music calls, rather lost I seem And once a pearl of a native girl came smilin' right at me She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me Goodbye to the London bank, I started in a-sailin' The fourteenth day from Mandalay I spied her from the railin' She knew I was on my way, waited, and was true She said "You son of an Englishman, I've dreamed each night of you" She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I went to her Ma and Pa and said I loved her only And they both said we could be wed, oh, what a ceremony An elephant brought her in, placed her by my side While six baboons got out bassoons and played "Here Comes the Bride" I'm back here in London town and, though it may sound silly She's here with me and you should see us walk down Piccadilly The boys at the London bank kinda hold their breath She sits with me and sips her tea which tickles them to death She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love (and love) in her heart (in her heart) for me
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