I'm sick and tired of these windy days
Come on darlin' let's fly away
To O-ma-ka-la-pu-a u u wa-hi-ne i-e
O-ka-le-i-o ka-mak-ka e a a a
Just a little island in the south Pacific
I never been there but it sounds terrific, don't it
O-ma-ka-la-pu-a u u wa-hi-ne i-e
O-ka-le-i-o ka-mak-ka e a a a
I looked it up in my atlas yeah
It's just a dot on the map
But oh that name it stretched to Portland Maine
I had to practice until I learned to swing it
O-ma-ka-la-pu-a u u wa-hi-ne i-e
O-ka-le-i-o ka-mak-ka e a a a
Ah move over Mister Gauguin
Ah move over Mister Gauguin
It's got one palm tree, one tropical bird
Whistles nothing but jazz
One native girl, one grass skirt
Her name is Sally, she's a beboppin' ha-le-lo-ki
O-ma-ka-la-pu-a u u wa-hi-ne i-e
O-ka-le-i-o ka-mak-ka e a a a
Ah move over Mister Gauguin
I want some mo' o' Samoa
Move over Mister Gauguin
Ah look out no-a no-a
Move over mister, move over Mister Gauguin
I'm a real gone ha-o-le
Move over Mister Gauguin
Move over Mister Gauguin
Recorded on: Michael Smith/Love Stories, Such Things are Finely Done
