R says: “Warren Zevon was a brilliant musician and a tormented soul who did a lot of horrible things in his life. Jackson Browne not only saved Warren from dying of drug overdoses and murdering his family, but he’d distract him with all night songwriting and jam sessions. (There’s a cover of Poor Poor Pitiful Me by Jackson Browne that I may do in a few years.) This routine took 3 years of dreaming of it and a day and a half of building. It’s a three-minute Benny Hill act, sans Benny slapping some old geezer on the head. I felt it was perfect for a burlesque theme. And the out of sync is deliberate… not just me being lazy and sloppy. Everyone was told to be a bit random and accessorize and play it up. Bri with the one boot was the best visual pun of them all! Oh, and about the set… the tire, fence, stop sign, and cinderblock are an homage to Strong Bad from Homestar Runner.”
I saw her leave the luau
With the one who parked the cars
And the fat one from the swimming pool
They were swaying arm in arm
I could hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me
They’re singing,
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana (translation hazy: and thus the story goes)
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Yesterday she went to see
The Polynesian band
But she came home with her hair all wet
And her clothes all filled with sand
I didn’t have to come to Maui
To be treated like a jerk
How do you think I feel
When I see the bellboys smirk?
And I can hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She’s gone with the hula hula boys
She don’t care about me
They’re signing,
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ana ka puana