Squaws Along The Yukon

There's a salmon-colored girl Who sets my heart a-whirl Who lives along the Yukon far away Where the northern lights they shine She rubs her nose to mine She cuddles close and I can hear her say Ooga ooga mooska Which means that I love you If you'll be my baby I'll ooga ooga mooska you Then I take her hand in mine (ooga ooga mooska) And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska) The squaws along the Yukon Are good enough for me She makes her underwear From the hides of grizzly bear And bathes in ice cold water every day Her skin I love to touch But I just can't touch it much Because her fur-lined parka's in the way Ooga ooga mooska Which means that I love you If you'll be my baby I'll ooga ooga mooska you Then I take her hand in mine (ooga ooga mooska) And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska) The squaws along the Yukon Are good enough for me She has the air corps down The sourdoughs hang around Chechakos try to date her night and day With a landing gear that's fine And a fuselage divine And a smile that you can see a mile away Ooga ooga mooska Which means that I love you If you'll be my baby I'll ooga ooga mooska you Then I take her hand in mine (ooga ooga mooska) And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska) The squaws along the Yukon Are good enough for me Carry me back to old Alaska The squaws along the Yukon Are good enough for me --- Squaws Along the Yukon - Hank Thompson