There's a salmon-colored girlWho sets my heart awhirlWho lives along the Yukon for a wayWith the northern lights a-shineShe rubs her nose to mineShe cuddles close and I can hear her sayOoga-ooga-mooshkaWhich means that I love youIf you would be my babyI'll ooga-ooga-mooshka youThen I take her hand in mineAnd set her on by meThe squalls along the YukonAre good enough for meShe bakes her underwearFrom the hides of grizzly bearAnd bays in ice-cold water every dayHer skin I love to touchBut I just can't touch it muchBecause her fur-lined parka's in the wayOoga-ooga-mooshkaWhich means that I love youIf you would be my babyI'll ooga-ooga-mooshka youThen I take her hand in mineAnd set her on by meThe squalls along the YukonAre good enough for meShe's got the air-cooler downThe sourdoughs hang aroundShe chocos try to date her night and dayWith the landing gear that's fineAnd the fuselage divineAnd the smile that you can see a mile awayShe's got the air-cooler downOoga-ooga-mooshkaWhich means that I love youIf you would be my babyI'll ooga-ooga-mooshka youThen I take her hand in mineAnd set her on by meThe squalls along the YukonAre good enough for meCarry me back to old AlaskaSqualls along the YukonAre good enough for meI'll ooga-ooga-mooshka youThen I take her hand in mine