Have A Tiki Christmas by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1] High noon on a white sand beach A massive guy wants a snack in reach (‘Cause he’s seven-foot-three!) To the tourist in the floral shirt, it’s just a peach He don’t know, it’s a mango He lives in Maine Not Moorea or Fiji or Rarotonga A crab on the reef, and a pig in the pit (Dig it up, dig it up!) A toddler in the surf doing a backflip hit (How’s he gonna get fit? He's already a giant!) But there's one time of year that brings joy to one and all When every face has a flower in its hair [Chorus 1] The chief in the village, the surfer uptown Digging the Yuletide, Santa's getting brown Holiday colors of red and teal The poi is purple and the feast is real The ukulele player stops for a chat The tiki bar carver tips his hat and he says: Have a Tiki Christmas [Verse 2] Living on the island, you always win You trade a bunch of bananas for a bottle of gin When you’re a Gauguin fan, it’s a bit of a sin (That guy was dodgy, keep him away from the kin!) Where the breeze and the sun is the way of life But there's a man coming today with lots of loot He's got a double-outrigger and a hibiscus suit He's a big Samoan guy, and he's awful cute He's about to arrive, bringing tropical jive [Chorus 2] Santa Claus making the Hula scene Slicking down his beard with coconut cream Eeny meeny and miney mo Sand in your toes and no sign of snow Pineapple punch, trimmed with holly The girls in grass skirts are feeling jolly Christmas Eve's coming with the last-minute bustle Santa tells the elves, "You'd better do the Hula!"