The lost eye of the little brownish dog ...
There's a red amphibious aircraft at the quay.
There's a greasy garbed mechanic who dreams of a cold beer
While a waiter in a wheelchair serves him tea. There's a radio in a suitcase up on the second floor,
Because the singer is a spy for Uncle Sam.
There's a Dutch preist who is German and is working for the Reich
But spends more time blessing natives like a man. There's an Oriental princess, who is really partly Scot,
With a samurai who's loyal to a tee.
She hold court upon an island where her royal word is law,
And her fish suppers aren't quite what you'd think they'd be ... There's a mysterious looking Frenchman by the name of Good Luck Lou
Who owns the bar by which the dog is sat.
His past is full of rumours, and his smile is filled with charm,
And he's never seen without his smart cravat. There's a blue eyed flying tiger about to start a bar room brawl
Who's the pilot of that plane out in the bay.
He's the reason that the dog called Jack wears such a jaunty patch,
'Cos he gambled the dog's other eye away! If you pass through the Marivellas and visit the Monkey Bar
(Pan Pacific is a terrific way to fly).
You'll find the pilot, his best buddy and that red haired heroine
Still searching for that little dog's lost eye ...
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