She Wears Red Fathers - Guy Mitchell

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 Picadilly

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