black lace - agadoo

Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree, Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee, To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees, Come and dance every night, sing with the hula melody. I met a hula mistress somewhere in Waikiki, Well, she was selling pineapple, playing ukulele, And when I went to the girl, “Come on and teach me to sway,“ She laughed and whispered to me, “Yes, come tonight to the bay.“ The lovely beach, in the sky the moon of Kauai,