It’s 1949.

Sure... the War’s over. Our boys are back home. Everything’s fine in the Great 48... Hey! Yeah you! You remember us? We took one for the team back in ’41. We never saw it coming. We coulda been somethin’. We coulda had a shot! We coulda been a contender. You know,  you shoulda looked after us.

We coulda been a State!

But what do we got? Paradise? Don’t make me laugh! We only get The Big Five calling all the shots. And their goons! SP’s, MP’s, and Charlie Chans still busting heads. Big Sugar and Pineapple getting all the breaks - breakin’ our backs. Six months of Dock Strikes. No toilet paper for weeks. Cigarettes? They’re up to two-bits a pack! Hey does the Lurline go both ways?

Us? We’re just a small band trying to get out of Chinatown and hit the Big Show in Waikiki! Yeah, Club Hubba Hubba to the Royal Hawaiian Monarch Room. Less than three miles and forever away!