Annette Funicello Hawaiiannette
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay ah...
I wore a hula skirt
A flower in my hair
Just like a hula girl in Hawaii
I met a hula boy
Eating fish and poy
Underneath the palms in Hawaii
He smiled a little smile
And in a little while
We strolled on the silver sand
Things were going fine
Till he put his hand in mine
And whispered things I couldn't understand
Cause he said:
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I say
What else could I do
I whispered ah-awaii-ay too
Cause he said:
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could she say
What else could she do
She whispered ah-awaii-ay too
I didn't know his name
I couldn't tell him mine
I couldn't speak a word of Hawaiian
But something in his eyes
Told me he was wise
He knew I really wasn't Hawaiian
I started to confess
And then you'll never guess
He laughed and said to me
I think that you're much cuter
Than the day we met in Utica
When you were in the second grade with me
Then he said:
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I say
What else could I do
I whispered ah-awaii-ay too
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
Ah-awaii-ay ah-awaii-ay
What else could I say
What else could I do
I whispered ah-awaii-ay too
