| When I was a young boy
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| My mama said to me
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| There’s only one girl in the world for you
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| And she probably lives in Tahiti
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| I go the whole wide world
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| Just to find her
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| I go the whole wide world
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| Just to find her
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| (just to find her)
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| Yeah…
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| Well, maybe she’s in the Bahamas
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| Where the Caribbean Sea is blue
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| Weeping in a tropical moonlit night
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| Because nobody’s thought about you
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| Why am I hanging around in the rain out here?
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| Trying to pick up a girl
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| Why am my eyes filling up with these lonely tears?
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| When there are girls all over the world
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| I go the whole wide world
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| Just to find her
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| I go the whole wide world
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| Just to find her
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| (just to find her)
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| Ou est tu?
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| Well is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
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| Underneath a tropical sun
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| Finding her way in a heat wave there
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| Hoping that I won’t be long?
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| I should be lying on a sunset beach with her
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| Caressing her warm brown skin
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| And then in a year or maybe not quite
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| We’ll be sharing the same next of kin
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| I go the whole wide world
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| Just to find her
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| Ou est tu?
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| Where are you?
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| I’m waiting
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| I’m weeping
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| I’m waiting |