- On a tropical isle far across the sea
- There in tropical style 'neath a mango tree
- Lives a littel brown gal
- Who is everybody's pal
- Life to her is just a breeze
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- With a tropical flower in her long black hair
- She's the girl of the hour on that island fair
- She may wear an old sarong
- But she doesn't wear it long
- She's the siren of the seven seas
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- They call her Sadie
- The little south sea lady
- They say that Sadie is the reason
- For the heavy tourist season
- In the isles so many miles across the sea
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The boys rise early
- To see this streamlined girlie
- For she's the principal attraction
- When the gal goes into action
- Reservations for vacations reach capacity
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- So if you're down in hula town
- And you run across a certain little lady
- With big brown eyes that tantalize
- You can bet your botton coconut
- The little girl is no one but
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- Sadie, the little south seas lady
- Oh she's the pride of the Pacific
- That wahine is terrific
- Now you know why you should go to see
- The sunny isles so many miles across the sea
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- Sadie, the little south seas lady
- When Sadie rolls her vala vala
- She's a very hot tamala
- Now you know why you should go to see
- The sunny isles so many miles across the sea
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