In the wilds of Madagascar, Dwelt a Boola-boola maid; br For her hand young men would ask her, But she always was afraid. br Oh that Boola-boola maid She was living in the shade Of a spreading Yum-yum tree; br And - when the day was done At the setting of the sun, She would make this melodee: br br As this ditty she was cooing, Came a Boola-boola man; br And he lost no time in wooing; For he punched her on the pan. br Oh that Boola-boola maid She was terribly afraid So he punched her on the eye; br And - then he laugh'd with glee As beneath the Yum-yum tree He - heard that maiden cry: br br Then with shrieks of ribald laughter, Said the Boola-boola man; br "If it's only socks you're after, I will do the best I can. br I have handed you a pair, And I've plenty more to spare," So he socked her on the nose; br And a woeful maid was she, As beneath the Yum-yum tree, This - lamentation 'rose: br br Now the wedding tom-tom's over, for this Boola-boola maid; br And when ev'ning shadows hover, She no longer is afraid. br For she weasrs a palm-leaf pinny And she rocks a pickaninny In the shade of the Yum-yum tree, br And she's happy with her he-man, Though she still dreams of a She-man, As she sings this song with glee: br br Chorus: br Oh - I don't want my cave-man to caress me, br Oh I don't want no coal-black heads to press me. br All I want is a fellow who wears suspenders, br That'll be the coon to whom this babe surenders. br For the man I wed must have a proper trouseau. br On none of your fig-leaf dudes will make me do so. br For it's funny how I feel, But I'm crazy for socks appeal br And my dream is to marry a man with a pair of socks.