Oh, I 'd like to see some more of Samoa
Where the humu a nuku and maybe the apuaʻa too

Oh, I'd like to write a song about Samoa
With aloha to rhyme it and picture the climate drifting by

Chorus:
In all my dreams I see a vision
Of a moonlit tropical shore
With a native Polynesian
Who can wick a whack
By a little grass shack
With her hair so black
Hanging down her back

Oh, I'd like to see some more of Samoa
And I'd go there tomorrow if only I knew just where to go