Rapaire's run off to Fiji
To marry with a squeegee
He's gonna spend his life out in the shade;
Living on bananas
And dreaming of mananas
And worrying about his rubbery blade.

His plan seemed like a good 'un
His wife said he was wooden
And she didn't want a blade all made of rubber
So he said he'd go off sliming
But, thanks to clever timing
He's off to Polynesia with anubber!
CHO:

Squuuueeegee me in Fiji!
Playin' lord and liegey!
Gettin' down and dancin' in the sun!
Where the tides are gentle
And the ladies drive you mental
Come along and be my squeegee one!

Oh, squeegee me in Fiji!
Baby woncha squeejee
Until I have lost all track of time!
Keep your blade a stroking
Baby, I'm not jokin'
Squeegee 'til I climb out of the slime!

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