Squaws Along the Yukon - Hank Thompson

There’s a salmon-colored girl who sets my heart awhirl

Who lives along the Yukon far away

Where the Northern Lights they shine she rubs her nose to mine

She cuddles close and I can hear her say

Ooga ooga mooska which means that I love you

If you’ll be my baby I’ll ooga ooga mooska you

Then I take her hand in mine and set her on my knee

The squaws along the Yukon are good enough for me

She makes her underwear from hides of grizzly bear

And bathes in ice cold water every day

Her skin I love to touch but I just can’t touch it much

Because her fur lined parka’s in the way

Ooga ooga mooska…

She has the Air Corps down the Sourdoughs hang around

Chechakos try to date her night and day

With a landing gear that’s fine and a fuselage divine

And a smile that you can see a mile away

Ooga ooga mooska…

Carry me back to old Alaska

The squaws along the Yukon are good enough for me