There's a salmon-colored girl who sets my heart awhirl
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Who lives along the Yukon far away
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Where the Northern Lights they shine she rubs her nose to mine
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She cuddles close and I can hear her say
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Ooga ooga mooshka which means that I love you
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If you will be my baby I'll ooga ooga mooshka you
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Then I take her hand in mine and set her on my knee
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The squaws along the Yukon are good enough for me
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She makes her underwear from hides of grizzly bear
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And bathes in ice cold water every day
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Her skin I love to touch but I just can't touch it much
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Because her fur lined parka's in the way
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Ooga ooga mooshka...
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[ guitar ]
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She has the Air Corps down the Sourdoughs hang around
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Chechakos try to date her night and day
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With a landing gear that's fine and a fuselage divine
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And a smile that you can see a mile away
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Ooga ooga mooshka...
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Carry me back to old Alaska
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The squaws along the Yukon are good enough for me
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Squaws Along The Yukon
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| Hank Thompson |
