Hawaii Five 0
Hawaii Five 0
Jack Lord, detective, cut a dash,
Hawaii surf, and barbecue bash,
flowery shirt, and big black hair,
gave the crims, a run; fair share.
Now he’s gone to movie-heaven,
boat drinks, swims and Seven-Eleven,
And when one day, they ask, who he?
Just remind them “he”; big hair TV.
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