HULA LOU
© 1924
Lyrics: Jack Yellen; Music: Milton Charles & Wayne King
Sheet Music:
Recordings: 1924 Sophie Tucker recording on Okeh records
CD:
Dennis C. sent the following fascinating trivia regarding this song.
2002's "Best Picture" Chicago, is based on the murder of Harry Kalstedt by his lover, Beulah Sheriff
Annan, on April 3, 1924,. She shot him in the back, then sat drinking cocktails and playing a fox trot
record, Hula Lou, over and over for about two hours watching Kalstedt die, then called her husband
to say she'd killed a man who "tried to make love" to her.
In the plays (and movies) based on this murder, Beulah Annan became "Roxie Hart".
You can talk all you want about women
Said a sailor known as Dan McCan
And if you really want to know about women
You've got to talk to a sailor man.
Now I don't know how many woman the sailor met
And I hope there isn't that any he'll regret
For if he'd only met me I'd a given him some trimmin'
I'm one gal he'd never forget.
(Band): Well who are you?
Who am I? I'm Hula Lou.
I'm the gal that can't be true.
I do my nestin' in the evenin' breeze
'Neath the trees
You oughta see me shake my BVDs.
I never knew
A man who wouldn't hula dance or woo
And sail across the briny blue to who
The lady known as Hula Lou. That's me.
(Rap):
Now you ask any sailor and he'll tell you
That this lady is the greatest dancer he ever knew.
There isn't a ship in the Navy
That I haven't got a friend in the crew.
There's not a cruiser on the waves
Without someone who is my devoted slave
And I don't care how nasty I may be
I'm the one gal the sailors all crave.
(Band): Ha Ha Ha Ha!
You don't believe me?
(Band): No!
Well you travel in and out
You travel in the south
You travel back and forth
You travel in the north
You see them shakin' east
You see them shakin' west
But boys I do my shakin' where the shakins' best.
I gotta hula smile
Lots of hula hair
A little hula here
A little hula there.
I've got the cutest eyes
Never mind what shade they are.
But (lookin' at them the boys*) will never get very far.
Cause I'm Hula Lou
I'm the gal that can't be true
I do my nestin' in the evenin' breeze
'Neath the trees
I got more sweeties than a dog has fleas.
I never knew
A man who wouldn't hula dance or woo
And sail across the briny blue to who
The lady known as Hula Lou. From Honolou.
* probable lyrics. Mahalo to Bill from San Jose for taking the trouble to transcribe this delightful song.
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