Amoeba’s Lorica: In Kona Town

With apologies to Billy Joel.

Auwe! We’re living here in Kona town,
Where the mayor’s shut the airports down,
Bruddahs sneaking out onto the beach,
Some fishing moi, some drinking bleach.

Eh, our aunties sang falsetto for pay,
While our uncles strummed the ukulele,
And the haoles talked right through the show,
We’re shaking our heads, what do they know,

And we’re living here in Kona town.
But they’ve closed all the attractions down,
And the tourists have been shoo’d away …

Auwe! We’re waiting here in Kona town,
For the paradise that we’ve never found,
For the better life that we would have
If we would stop just being bad,

Well, the fancy kids got schooling that rates,
All the rest of us were left to our fates,
School don’t matter if you’re just going to pass
to hotels and shops, luaus and grass,

And we’re waiting here in Kona town.
But they’ve taken all the luaus down,
No can load the unemployment page …

We remember when the banks all went bust,
It took awhile for them to get back our trust,
But just when we thought it was OK to play,
The virus came and it was all swept away!

Auwe! We’re living here in Kona town,
And it’s hard to keep the ʻaina down,
But aloha will be tough today …

No can go but can’t afford to stay …
And we’re living here in Kona town.