Squaws Along The Yukon

There's a salmon-coloured 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