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Somewhere on a South Pacific island |
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Sits a young man staring at the surf |
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His native girlfriend died a death quite violent |
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A tribal sacrifice made to the Earth |
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She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue |
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A chief's daughter, Leilani was her name |
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She and her young man made a handsome two |
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But lava tore them both apart again |
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He'd say, Leilani, don't go to the volcano |
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He'd say, please don't go to the volcano |
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They were saving for a little hut |
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He collected sea shells every day |
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And every night they'd share a cigarette |
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But the ancient, angry gods got in the way |
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He'd say, Leilani, don't go to the volcano |
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He would plead, please don't go, I'll miss you so |
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Katoomba hey! Macumbah ho! Umgawah! |
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Katoomba hey! Macumbah ho! Umgawah! |
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Katoomba hey! Macumbah ho! Umgawah! |
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Hey! Ho! Hey-eh! |
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Hey! Ho! Hey-eh! Ah |
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Leilani crula-bula-ulladulla-wok-a-tai |
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Aba-laba-laba Hut! Aba-laba-laba Hut! |
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Leilani nevageta-huta-tera-cota-tile |
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Aba-laba-laba Hut! Aba-laba-laba Hut! |
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Umgawah!!! |
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Hey! Ho! Hey-eh! |
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Hey! Ho! Hey-eh! |
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Hey! Ho! Hey-eh! |
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Ah Ah |
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Still the young man sits there on the beach |
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He's staring misty-eyed out into space |
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He's thinking about his girlfriend, of late deceased |
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At least her death had purpose, his life is a waste |
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And his life is a waste |
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Please don't go, I love you, I love you, I love you so |
