Back To Hilo

There's a dark an' dirty wineshop on a waterfront I know, An' a cross-eyed Dago keeps it - or he kep' it years ago - Where the sailormen an' greasers sit them down to dice and dine - An' I wish I was back again in Hilo - In Hilo - Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine! There's the blessed Andes standin' up behind it like a wall, An' there's dust, an' stinks, an' insecks, an' there ain't much else at all, An' them sulky Dago wenches, they was never much my line - But I wish I was back again in Hilo - In Hilo - Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine. For my mind it keeps on turnin' - an' I ask you, ain't it queer, When the stuff we used to get there warn't a bloomin' patch on beer? - To that dirty Dago's wineshop an' them old-time pals o' mine - An' I wish I was back again in Hilo - In Hilo - Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine.