He was Hamo, a
Boy from Samoa.
A hulking giant,
But very pliant.
I said "go easy".
He grinned so cheesy.
He said "don't worry,
I'm in no hurry".

Oh, the Polynesian,
Micro- or Melanesian.
If you've ever met one
You know they're lots of fun, such a lot of fun.
The Polynesian,
With their family cohesion.
Each one is the cousin
Of at least another dozen.

His name was Tapa.
He came for supper.
Was pleased to meet me,
And teased he'd eat me.
He was a Maori.
I asked him how he
Liked his pork cooked right.
He said "long and white".

Oh, the Polynesian,
Micro- or Melanesian.
If you've ever met one
You know they're lots of fun, such a lot of fun.
The Polynesian,
With their family cohesion.
Each one is the cousin
Of at least another dozen.

I've a notion to cross the ocean
To the beaches of Fiji.
Then I'll land on the islands
Of Palau and Niue.
Stay longer in Tonga, then New Zealand I'll see,
Marquesas, Cook Islands and Tahiti.

*instrumental break*

Oh, the Polynesian,
Micro- or Melanesian.
If you've ever met one
You know they're lots of fun, such a lot of fun.
The Polynesian,
With their family cohesion.
Each one is the cousin
Of at least another dozen.

Oh, the Polynesian,
From the South Pacific region.
Can you tell me where to get one?
And then another one, and another one.
Oh the Polynesian,
Always fresh and in season.
Don't even come a-knockin
If you're Polish or Morroccan.
Gotta be a Polynesian...