There's a salmon-colored girl
Who sets my heart a-whirl
Who lives along the Yukon far away
Where the northern lights they shine
She rubs her nose to mine
She cuddles close and I can hear her say

Ooga ooga mooska
Which means that I love you
If you'll be my baby
I'll ooga ooga mooska you
Then I take her hand in mine (ooga ooga mooska)
And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska)
The squaws along the Yukon
Are good enough for me

She makes her underwear
From the 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 parka's in the way

Ooga ooga mooska
Which means that I love you
If you'll be my baby
I'll ooga ooga mooska you
Then I take her hand in mine (ooga ooga mooska)
And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska)
The squaws along the Yukon
Are good enough for me

She has the air corps down
The sourdoughs hang around
Chechakos try to date her night and day
With a landing gear that's fine
And a fuselage divine
And a smile that you can see a mile away

Ooga ooga mooska
Which means that I love you
If you'll be my baby
I'll ooga ooga mooska you
Then I take her hand in mine (ooga ooga mooska)
And set her on my knee (ooga ooga mooska)
The squaws along the Yukon
Are good enough for me

Carry me back to old Alaska
The squaws along the Yukon
Are good enough for me

Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
Writer(s): Lilian Smith