Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Luchín Composer(s): Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara; Inti-Illimani; Francesca Ancarola
Fragil como un volantin en los techos de barrancas jugaba el niño Luchin con sus manitos moradas con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro el caballo lo miraba
En el agua de sus ojos se bañaba el verde claro gateaba a su corta edad con el potito embarrado con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro el caballo lo miraba
El caballo era otro juego en aquel pequeño espacio y al animal parecia le gustaba ese trabajo con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro y con Luchito mojado
Si hay niños como Luchin que comen tierra y gusanos abramos todas las jaulas pa' que vuelen como pajaros con la pelota de trapo con el gato y con el perro y tambien con el caballo
Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John and various other artists
And now I know Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city
Until youve seen this trash can dream come true You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the lord theres people out there like you I thank the lord theres people out there like you
While mona lisas and mad hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they cant and that is why They know not if its dark outside or light
This broadways got Its got a lot of songs to sing If I knew the tunes I might join in Ill go my way alone Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city
Subways no way for a good man to go down Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown And I thank the lord for the people I have found I thank the lord for the people I have found
Gigi In Paradiso Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Elle va vous raconter la suite
elle va vous raconter la suite Elle va vous raconter la suite... Et Gigi chanta et Gigi resta et comme on ne reviens pas d'Amérique sans avoir rien rapporté Là bas Gigi avait appris à danser Et notre spectacle s'améliorait, s'agrandissait Il m'avait même dit qu'un jour on allait se marier mais Gigi Gigi ne savait rien refuser aux femmes Et quand la veuve du colonel lui demanda un rendez-vous sans hésiter il y été
Je vais vous raconter la suite si le début est un peu triste Attendez... avant de pleurer Un soir la veuve du colonel dans un double crime passionnel A tirer... Gigi est tombé
Gigi moqueur, Gigi farceur Gigi je n'entends plus ton cur
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
Le lendemain tous le village lui rendit un dernier hommage En chantant toutes ses chansons
Gigi l'amant, Gigi l'ami, Gigi adieu, Gigi fini
On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier On a tellement pleurer, on a tellement prier
Et depuis plus rien n'était pareil Ni le temps, ni les couleurs, ni la vie Sandro c'est mis à boire, Gorgio quitta le pays sans rien dire Et moi, moi je passait mes nuits chez les voyantes du village pour essayer de communiquer avec lui mais rien, pas un signe, pas un message, pas un mot pas un présage, rien!
On a tellement pleurer, Tu es fier de toi Gigi, tu es fière de toi hein ? On a tellement prier Mais qu'es ce que tu avait besoin d'aller là bas ce soir là On a tellement pleurer Et on va se marier, et on ne se quittera plus jamais Et je n'aime que toi, mais tu as été hein On a tellement prier Tu ne pouvais pas t'en empêcher Et alors tant pis, tant pis pour moi Et tant pis pour toi Et puis, et puis qu'es ce que j'ai à te parler comme si tu étais la haut hein? Avec tout ce que tu as fait tu devrais en bas en train de brûler en enfer, en enfer... Oh! oh Gigi, Gigi pardon
Yolanda Yolanda serafino veut te parler Serafino? O solio de Gigi! Tu as rêvé de Gigi? Oui! il m'avait dit quand il est arrivé devant Saint Pierre C'est vrai? Oui!
Non et prenons Joseph fabricio Luis cassantini Age Trente trois ans, moins un mois Née à Poissoni près de Napôli Ah ! c'est toi que l'on à surnommer gigi l'amoroso Oeil de velours croquer d'amour Oh Saint pierre c'est quand même un peu exagéré ! Gigi il y a plus de prière qui m'arrive pour toi de Pouzoli Que de l'Italie toute entière Mon fils tes pêcher sont les pêchers comparé aux poids de ses prières Entre je ne peux pas te refuser au Paradis Merci, Grazzie, Grazzie
Gigi in pardiso... Gigi in paradiso Gigi in para... Non in Pardisco
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso Gigi, Gigi entra au Paradis, déconcerté pas sûr de lui Fallait-il seulement qu'il sourit, les Anges étaient fous de Gigi Il donna des galas gratuits, les Saints ont chantés toute la nuit Il leur parla de ses amis qui, un jour allaient rejoindre Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Oh, oh, oh oh Sing your songs of long ago Tu peux chanter en Anglais Comme tu l'as toujours rêver It's now or never Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Gigi visita toutes les planètes, fît de Vénus sa discothèque Prît les étoiles comme projecteurs, chaque soir c'était le malheur Gigi, il chante il danse jusqu'au matin, du Disco à ses vieux refrains il est enfin devenu star, il nous attends tous les soirs
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au paradis une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Oh, oh oh, oh Sing your songs of long ago Tu peux chanter en Anglais Comme tu l'as toujours rêver It's now or never Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie
Et voilà que Giorgio revient et remplace sa guitare par une guitare électrique, Sandro ne joue plus de la mandoline, il joue les synthétiseurs et la tumba Et moi... Moi j'apprend à danser
Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au Paradis une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Oh, oh, oh oh Sing your songs of long ago Tu peux chanter en Anglais Comme tu l'as toujours rêver It's now or never
"Et voilà c'était une belle histoire, mais nous ont à envie d'y croire Vous voyez les Napolitains aiment les choses qui finisse bien Pour nous Gigi est toujours vivant et il nous attends"
O sole mio Va Gigi fais-nous un coin au paradis Une petite place qui ressemble à l'Italie Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso, Gigi in paradiso
Luche Y Luche Composer(s): Horacio Guarany Performer(s): Horacio Guarany
Pueblo que escuchas, únete a la lucha pueblo que escuchas, únete a la lucha Pueblo unido, nunca vencido pueblo unido, nunca vencido
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar por un canto de obrero, obrero y popular y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar Pobre, el pobre que no luche siempre callado nomás Le han de robar su guitarra nunca más ha de cantar
Qué cosas tiene mi pueblo que no las puedo callar Cualquiera viene y le ofende y el calladito nomás Pero guarda el que trampea pero guarda el que le miente Porque mi pueblo no es tonto porque mi pueblo es valiente Porque mi pueblo algún día cuando la sangre reviente Habrá de salir cantando con un fusil en la frente Y entonces no habrá más niños durmiendo bajo los puentes Ni obreros, ni campesinos siempre apretando los dientes Porque mi pueblo es de machos! Y nadie me lo desmiente
Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar Y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar por un canto de obrero, obrero y popular y luche, luche, luche, no deje de luchar
Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile Composer(s): Johnny Cunningham Performer(s): David Allan Coe
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground Mona Lisa lost her smile And the painter's hands are trembling now
And the eyes that used to burn for me Now they no longer look my way And the love that used to be Why, it just got lost in yesterday And if she seems cold to the touch Well there used to burn a flame I gave too little, took too much Till I erased the painter's name
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground Mona Lisa lost her smile And the painter's hands are trembling now
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece that we had planned Is laying shattered on the ground Mona Lisa lost her smile And the painter's hands are trembling now
Gigi Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe Performer(s): Vic Damone; and various other artists
She's a babe Just a babe Still cavorting in her crib Eating breakfast with a bib With her baby teeth And all her baby curls She's a tot Just a tot Good for bouncing on your knee I am positive that she Doesn't even know that boys aren't girls She's a snip Just a snip Making dreadful baby noise Having fun with all her toys Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen She's a cub, a papoose You could never turn her loose She's too infantile to take her from her pen Of course, that weekend in Trouville In spite of all her youthful zeal She was exceedingly polite And on the whole a sheer delight And if it wasn't joy galore At least not once was she a bore That I recall No, not at all Ah! She's a child A silly child Adolescent to her toes And good heaven how it shows Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got She's a child A clumsy child She's as swollen as a grape And she doesn't have a shape Where her figure ought to be It is not! Just a child A growing child That's so backward for her years If a boy her age appears I am certain he will never call again! She's a scamp and a brat Doesn't know where she is at Unequipped and undesirable to men Of course, I must confess That in that brand new little dress She looked surprisingly mature And had a definite allure It was a shock in fact to me The most amazing shock to see The way it clung On one, so young! She's a girl A little girl! Getting older, it is true which is what they always do till that unexpected hour when they blossom like a flower! Oh no (2x) But...but There's sweeter music when she speaks Isn't there? Could I be wrong? Could it be so? Oh where, oh where did Gigi go? Gigi! Am I a fool without a mind Or have I merely been too blind to realise? Oh Gigi! Why you've been growing up before my very eyes Gigi! You're not at all That funny, awkward little girl, I knew Oh no! Over night there's been a breathless change in you Chorus Verse: Oh Gigi! While you were trembling on the brink was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star? Oh Gigi! Have I been standing up too close or back too far? When did your sparkle turn to fire? And your warmth become desire? Oh what miracle has made you the way you are? Gigi! (3x) Oh no! I was mad not to have seen the change in you Oh Gigi! Repeat Chorus Verse
Luces En El Mar Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Zas
Con el viento al lado mío luces en el mar como quisiera volar hasta las luces en el mar ¿De dónde vendrán? No hay voces ni sonidos pero hay respuestas
Ahora que dudamos (Luces en el mar) Si somos ameba o Dios (Luces en el mar) hacen falta manos para quitarnos las espinas de los pies Las palabras viejas perdieron su significado Oh! nene
Con el viento al lado mío luces en el mar como quisiera volar hasta las luces en el mar ¿De dónde vendrán? No hay voces ni sonidos pero hay respuestas
Mona Lisa Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans Originally performed by: Nat 'King' Cole Covered by various other artists
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you You're so like the lady with the mystic smile Is it only `cos you're lonely they have blamed you For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa? Or is this your way to hide a broken heart? Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep They just lie there, and they die there Are you warm, are you real Mona Lisa? Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Gidget Composer(s): Fred Karger; Ned Washington Performer(s): James Darren
She acts sorta teenage, just in-between age Looks about four foot three Although she's just small fry, just about so-high Gidget is the one for me
A regular tomboy but dressed for a prom Boy, how cute can one girl be? Although she's not king size, her finger is ring-size Gidget is the one for me
If she says she loves you You can bet your boots she loves you If she says she hates you That can also mean she loves you
It very well may be she's just a baby speaking romantically If that's a bad feature, I'll be the teacher Gidget is the one for me
She's not much on glamour And she should improve her grammar Still I sigh and stammer And my heart beats like a little ole hammer
Strictly from Dixie, face like a pixie Shorter than girls should be The rest of the shipment standard equipment Just a doll in dungarees But Gidget is the one for me
Giddy-Up-Go Composer(s): Tommy Hill; Red Sovine Performer(s): Red Sovine; and various other artists
The highways that wind and wander Over mountains and valleys, deserts and plains I guess I've drove about all of them Because for the past 25 years the cab of a truck has been my home And it'd be kind of hard for me to settle down and not be on the go
Why, I remember the first truck I drove I was so proud I could hardly wait to get home and show my wife and little boy And my little boy was so excited, like when he saw his first snow He wasn't old enough to say too many words He just kept hollering, "Giddy up, go, Daddy! Giddy up, go!" So that's what I named the old truck: Giddy Up, Go
Oh, things wasn't too bad Of course, I was gone a lot And after about six years, I got home one day And found my wife and little boy gone I couldn't find out what happened Nobody seemed to know So from that day on it's been me and old Giddy Up, Go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops And some of them would kid me about my little sign Of course, they knew where I got the name Because I'd told them about that little boy of mine And how his first word about the truck was "Giddy Up, Go!"
Today I was barreling down old 66 When up beside me pulled a brand-new diesel rig Both stacks blowing black coal And as he pulled around and back in front of me A big lump came in my throat And my eyes watered like I had a bad old cold A little sign on the back of the truck that read Giddy Up, Go
Well, I pushed old Giddy Up and stayed right on him Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up I waited until he went in and offered to buy him a cup Well, we got to talking shop and I said "How did you come by the name on your truck, Giddy Up, Go?" "Well," he said, "I got it from my pop"
"Dad used to drive a truck That's what Mom talked about a lot You see, I lost Mom when I was just past sixteen And I lost all track of Pop Mama said he got the name from me" I shook his hand and told him that I had something I wanted him to see
I took him out to the old truck nd brushed off some of the dirt so the name would show And his eyes got big and bright as he read Giddy Up, Go Oh, we had a lot of things to talk about And, buddy, I felt like a king And now we've just pulled back on old 66 And he handled that rig better than any gear-jammer that I'd ever seen
Well, now the lines on the highway have got a much brighter glow As we go roaring down the road And we stare at that little sign that reads Giddy Up, Go
Lucas Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Lana Sebastian - Paul Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Les grands magasins vont fermer Il se fait tard il faut rentrer Donne-moi la main pour traverser Lucas T'es drôle avec tous tes paquets Le p'tit Snoopy, le gros Mickey Ils sont deux fois plus hauts que toi Lucas
Et qu'est-ce qu'il fait beau en Provence De vivre ici t'as de la chance C'est comme si j'étais en vacances Lucas Puis mon Dieu comme tu lui ressembles Rien qu'à vous regarder ensemble J'ai le cur qu'à moins de 20 ans
Tu dors déjà dans le taxi Tu fais des rêves d'un paradis Où moi je n'y vais plus jamais Lucas Ton père et moi il y a longtemps On s'est aimés passionnément Je l'ai quitté pour une chanson
Sinon tout va bien Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Tu m'admires tant et puis tu m'aimes Dans toute ta chambre mes photos traînent Comme celle d'une star de cinéma Lucas Si tu savais combien de fois J'ai voulu échanger tout ça Contre un été seule avec toi Lucas
Tu remplacerais tous les bravos Quand le soir tombe le rideau Que je ne suis plus qu'une femme seule Lucas De te serrer contre mon cur Avec tes rires avec tes pleurs Etre ta mère pour quelques heures
Sinon tout va bien Un peu de fumée dans les yeux, c'est rien Le passé qui m'bouscule un peu, c'est rien Ce soir j'ai la tête qui délire et je me fais des souvenirs Enfin, pour quand j'aurai besoin de rire, demain Petit garçon deviendra grand, soudain Ne jouera plus au cerf-volant
Le taxi vient de s'arrêter Il faudra bien te réveiller C'est pas facile de te quitter Lucas Ta mère nous fait signe de la main Va, elle t'attend dans le jardin Et moi je reprends mon chemin
Mona Composer(s): Ellas McDaniel Originally performed by: Bo Diddley Covered by various other artists
I say hey, Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do I'll build a house next door to you Can I see you sometimes? We can blow kisses through the blinds Yeah can I out come out on the front And listen to my heart go bumpety bump I need you baby that's no lie Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
I say hey, hey Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do I'm gonna build a house next door to you Can I see you sometime? We can blow kisses through the blinds Yeah can I out come out on the front And listen to my heart go bumpety bump I need you baby that's no lie Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, hey Mona Oh, Mona I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona Oh, Mona
Giddy Up A Ding Dong Composer(s): Freddie Bell; Joey Lattanzi Performer(s): Freddie Bell; and various other artists
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
Well now, I went ridin' the other night I picked out a horse, oh, my what a sight The name of my horse was a Ding Dong While I was ridin' I was singin' a song
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
We rode and we rode the whole night through The horse was tired and I was too I had a date with my girl at eight Come on Ding Dong, we can't be late
I said, giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
(Instrumental Break)
Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, giddy up a Ding Dong Giddy up, a Ding Dong
Luba The Baroness Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
Luba, it was only the finest wine Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband by your side I flirted with everyone
Your husband, aging but vain With the ladies was quite renowned Author of books made famous On his years in the French Underground But you, Luba, the Baroness It was really your blue blood No one could touch you with kid gloves And no one ever should
And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le père du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ciel
The youngest son Jerome Brighter than he could be Preferred the darkened corners And was even a little too young for me Tall and shy and crafty He was oh so scholarly then Got married later on Had a child by the name of Julian
The eldest Jean Francoise What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery Milkfed by his mother On Russian aristocracy With wits like sabre through silk He was the wisest one Married and remarried Had a child by the name of Sebastian
And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le père du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ciel
Ah my sweet Christophe You were only seventeen First family dinners with the gypsies Finger chimes and tambourines With candlelit eyes of experience Oh how you laughed at me As I became rapidly foolish Under your gaze and on red burgundy
In sixty-nine your father died I saw you in the years between Handsome, impetuous son of the rich Taking care of your mother, the queen And you are married now as well It was inevitable Three day wedding in the south of France To an angel named Annabelle
Recently I was in France I called you on the phone Caught racing back through memories Luba was at home Her voice sounded quite the same As we touched on the amenities Suddenly it fell and shattered Like a thousand broken tiffanies
In November Jean Francoise died We were all there by his side Sorry, darling, that I cried It's hard to keep these things inside Where are you staying and how's your son? No, we hardly told anyone How long are you here, are you with someone? Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone
Ah my sweet Christophe Same damn voice Hell of a way to become the eldest son It's true you had no choice And you and Annabelle You must take care of her Yes, I'll be over later on And I'll bring my guitar
While going through things afterward A letter she wrote and never sent A single phrase stood out to you These are the words and how it went ...
And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le père du petit Sebastian Nous attend dans le ciel
Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Isabelle Boulay
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise Et sur ma route il y a des trous J'ai vu tant de rues, j'ai vu tant d'églises Mais les plus belles étaient chez nous
Mon village est loin, à l'autre bout du monde Et ma maison n'est plus qu'une chanson Comme la neige, mes rêves fondent Buvons, mes frères, les vagabonds
Des Caraïbes aux Philippines J'ai traîné ma carcasse un peu partout Mais les chemins qui mènent à nos collines Avaient des pierres douces à mes pieds nus
Mes camarades à l'autre bout du monde C'est bien justice, m'ont oublié Je leur adresse une colombe Buvons, mes frères, à leur santé
Le vent s'engouffre dans ma valise Pourtant la chance est souvent venue Elle est bien brave, quoi qu'on en dise Mais il ne faut pas trop dormir dessus
La pauvreté manque parfois de charme Mais l'herbe est douce aux malheureux Pas de discours et plus de larmes Venez mes frères me dire adieu
Gib Einem Kind Deine Hand ((Adapted from: Prendre Un Enfant (Yves Duteil) - 1978)) Composer(s): Yves Duteil - R. Mey Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1986
Versions In Other Languages: 1979 - Ode Aan Maastricht (Benny Neyman) 1980 - Neem Eens Een Kind Bij De Hand (Paul Roelandt) 1987 - Taking A Child By The Hand (Nana Mouskouri)
Gib einem Kind deine Hand Steh noch einmal wie gebannt Vor Winzigkeiten die Dir längst bekannt Gib einem Kind deine Hand
Halt ein Kind in Deinem Arm Hilflos und wehrlos und warm Und Du wirst hilflos und wehrlos dabei Halt ein Kind für Zauberei
Tröste ein Kind wenn es weint Und was Dir wichtig erscheint Vor seinen Sorgen zählt das gar nicht mehr Sorgen der Kinder sind schwer
Schenk einem Kind Deine Zeit Zuneigung und Zärtlichkeit Tausch Deine Hast gegen Fröhlichkeit ein Und Du wirst selbst wieder klein
Halt ein Kind auf Deinen Knien Und bald wird es Dich erzieh'n Wie wertlos wichtige Dinge oft sind Lernst Du erst von einem Kind
Zeig einem Kind selbst zu geh'n Auf eigenen Füßen zu steh'n Die ersten Schritte noch so ungelenk Halt ein Kind für ein Geschenk
Dann lern Du ihm nicht im Wege zu steh'n Lerne Dein Kind fortzugeh'n
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Let's have a ball (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Invite one and all (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
No need to dress up (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Come as you are (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) You'll bring the cola (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) I'll bring my guitar (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
Girls do the hula Boys will all sing We'll have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Won't miss a thing (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
You don't need to live in the islands To have a lot of fun Just pretend your daddy owns An island in the sun
Let's have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Let's do it right (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Have lot's of music (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Hula all night (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow)
When day has ended (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Night shadows fall (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) We'll have a luau (Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow) Really have a ... Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow Loop-dee-loop-doop-doo-wow
