John Kanaka

John Kanaka


I thought I heard the old man say,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!

“Today, today is a holiday!”

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!


Tura yay, whoa! Tura yay!

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!


We’re bound away at the break of day,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!

We’re bound away for Frisco Bay,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!


Them Frisco girls ain’t got no combs,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!

They comb their hair with a herring backbone,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!


Just one more heave and that’ll do,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!

‘Cos we’re the crew to pull her through,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!


I thought I heard the old man say,

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!

“Today, today is a holiday!”

John Kanaka-naka tura yay!


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