There's a Salmon-colored girl who sets my heart awhirl Who lives along the Yukon far a-{} way Where the Northern Lights, they shine, she rubs her nose to mine She cuddles close and I can hear her say.
which means that I love you If you'll be my baby,
I'llyou 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 Parkas' in the way.
She's got the Air Corps down, the Sourdoughs hang around
try to date her night and day With a landing gear that's fine and a fusilage divine And a smile that you can see a mile away.
Carry me back to old Alaska The Squaws Along The Yukon are good enough for me.