Words/ Music – Rand Anderson, Alex Baird
From Ulupalakua came a southern belle
With daisy dukes covered in puka shells
She likes barbeque sauce on her lau lau
Lucchese ropers and a little grass skirt
A flower lei and a denim shirt
She starts line dancin’ at the hukilau
Hula hands, the electric slide
Hidin’ out in haiku in a double wide
She comes ridin’ into town on her spotted cow
Sellin’ coconuts at a roadside stand
Ropin’ all the roosters on the island
She’s the Hulabilly Wahine from Makawao
He rode up one day on a donkey named Okole
Big tita buns stickin’ out of her paole
His palaka shirt was covered in red dirt
He said, hey cowgirl, I could use a hand
She said, hey paniolo, I could use a man
I just need directions, wasn’t tryin’ to flirt
I was ropin’ strays for the last few days
Got bucked from the saddle and lost my way
Could you tell me how to get back to Kaupo
Now he’s strummin’ ukulele in a country band
He only knocks boots when they’re full of sand
He’s got a Hulabilly Wahine from Makawao
She was born in a barn in a country dance
Other cowgirls never stood a chance
She could rope and ride and break a stud
She won a belt buckle at the Makawao stampede
Grits, spam and poi is all she needs
A quarter horse and a bucket of feed
Lifted Tacoma with a cattle rack
Wearing rubber slippers with spurs in back
She’s got herself a real paniolo now
The cowboys chuckle, it’s a real charade
She’s barrel ridin’ in the Pa’u riders parade
She’s the Hulabilly Wahine from Makawao
She’s the Hulabilly Wahine from Makawao
She’s the Hulabilly Wahine from Makawao