My mate's amazed, dismayed when I'm arrayed
In frilly sarongs.
She asks, "In this raiment, are you gay, man,
Is it so?"
Explain: sex change does not equate
With frilly sarongs.
Sashed, my schlong is cached;
I'm still a boy,
Let's have some poi,
Dig in!

I love to don muumuus
And tutus, munch puupuus.

All that has changed is my raiment, honey,
As you see
As in Samoa, especially Hawaii,
In Waikiki:
Sarongs to grass skirts, here I go:
The hula showI'm in!

I love ukes, I love ukes.

You would love me in a mini,
But not so high it shows my balls.
Besides my thighs are kinda skinny
And mighty dimply, yeah, and slightly pimply
And when I bend, up it crawls.

Now that I've told you about my duds hon,
Help me get luau stains out with suds, hon.

All that has changed is my raiment, honey,
As you see.
She says she'll explore my haberdashery,
This wife's kinky.
She's changed her stance 'bout changin' clothes. . .
Out of her hose; I'm in!

She loves to don my shoes
And socks, crewshocking blue.

"Now I think I will step out of duds, hon.
Now please feel free to try out my duds, hon.
Now you're at that, I'll try out your duds, hon
(I love 'em!)
Wow, we look phat; let's step out for suds, hon
(Some Buds, hon)."