Honolulu

They’ve got the million buck hotels and girls on beaches in bikinis
They’ve got the little man who sells the salted pistachios and weenies
They’ve got those flirty, flirty dollies that are sitting on their blankets in
the sun
In Honolulu
In Honolulu
And in my dreams I see myself with my own cabana by the ocean
The finest dollies in the town are rubbin' me down with tannin' lotion
Yes my dreams get so good I really doubt that anyone has any better fun
In Honolulu
In Honolulu
Yes my dreams get so good I really doubt that anyone has any better fun
In Honolulu
In Honolulu
In Honolulu
In Honolulu…