Leilani

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Hoodoo Gurus - Rock

Leilani

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[Verse 1] Somewhere on a South Pacific island Sits a young man staring at the surf His native girlfriend died a death quite violent A tribal sacrifice made to the Earth [Chorus, condensed] (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) (Whoa-oh) [Verse 2] She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue A chief's daughter, Leilani was her name She and her young man made a handsome two But lava tore them both apart again [Chorus] (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) He'd say, "Leilani, don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) He'd say, "Please don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh) [Verse 3] They were saving for a little hut He collected sea shells every day And every night he'd share a cigarette But the ancient, angry Gods got in the way [Chorus] (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) He'd say, "Leilani, don't go to the volcano" (Whoa-oh) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) He would plead, "Please don't go, I'll miss you so" (Whoa-oh) Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh [Bridge] Katoomba (Hey!), Macumba (Ho!) Oomgawa Katoomba (Hey!), Macumbah (Ho!) Oomgawa Katoomba (Hey!), Macumbah (Ho!) Oomgawa! Hey! (Ho) Ho! Hey! (Hey-ey) Hey! (Ho) Ho! Hey! (Hey-ey) Ah-ah Leilani coola-boola-Ulladulla-huacatay (Aba-laba-laba Hut! Aba-laba-laba Hut!) Leilani never-get-a-hut-o'-terracotta-tile (Aba-laba-laba Hut! Aba-laba-laba Hut!) Oomgawa! Hey! (Ho) Ho! Hey! (Hey-ey) Hey! (Ho) Ho! Hey! (Hey-ey) Hey! (Ho) Ho! Hey! (Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey) Ah-ah Ah-ah-ah (Huh) [Verse 4] Still, the young man sits there on the beach He's staring misty-eyed out into space He's thinking about his girlfriend, the late deceased At least her death had purpose, his life is a waste [Chorus] (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) And his life is a waste "Please don't go, I love you, I love you" (Whoa-oh) "I love you so, whoa-oh" (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) She to him was to be wed (Whoa-oh) She chose a mountain God instead (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) Instead "Now listen, Leilani, I can't stand this (Whoa-oh) Carrying on around (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) Better come on down from that mound You know that ain't no sacred ground (Whoa-oh) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) Listen, please!" Oh-oh, oh-oh (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh-no She's gone, gone, gone, gone (Whoa-oh) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)

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Credits

Writers
  • Kimble Rendall
  • James Baker (AUS)
  • Rod Radalj
  • Dave Faulkner