Honolulu Joe - M, Robin Scott

He stands six foot tall, he’s bleach blonde cool

He drives a bargain

He goes to the beach all day but to his dismay

The girls all think that he’s a creep

When night time comes around, he’s no where to be found

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He stands at night and he cuts quite a sight

In his white suit and that hat

He’s with the CIA, that’s what they say

He works for sit down pulling that

He knows the pitch is city-side

For a drink he will confide

Honolulu Joe

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They smile at him and he’s swimming again

He has to keep in train

When a mystery man, with a scar and a tan

Leaves a looker full of lead in him

And as the world returns to right

It’s ours I hope in fright

Honolulu Joe

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