we are the sons of the desert,
having the time of our lives,
marching along,
two thousand strong,
far from our sweethearts and wives,
god bless them tramp, tramp,
god bless them tramp, tramp,
tramp the boys are marching
and dancing to this melody….
uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm,
uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm,
sons of the desert are we!

Honolulu baby

While down on a South Sea island
Underneath the beauty of the stars
I strayed upon some maidens
Who were strumming on their guitars
A hula maid was dancing
And she knew I’d found my paradise
So this is what I told her
As I gazed into her eyes…

Honolulu baby, where’d you get those eyes
And that dark complexion, I just idolize
Honolulu baby, where’d you get that style
And the pretty red lips, and that sunny smile
When you start to dance, your hula hips entrance
When you shake it up and down
You shake a little here, you shake a little there
Well you got the boys going to town
Honolulu baby, sure know your stuff
Honolulu baby, gonna call your bluff