| 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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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Whoa-oh
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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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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| He’d say, «Leilani, don’t go to the volcano» (Whoa-oh)
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| He would plead, «Don't go to the volcano» (Whoa-oh)
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| They were saving for a little hut
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| And 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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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| He’d say, «Leilani, don’t go to the volcano» (Whoa-oh)
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| He would plead, «Please don’t go, to the volcano» (Whoa-oh)
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, ow!
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| Well, the sun went down
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| On that fateful day
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| Really, this was goodbye
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| He looked in her eyes
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| And all that he could say
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| Was, «Why, why, why, why, Leilani, why, why?»
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| She said nothing, just looked up to the sky
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| Because that’s where her husband was waiting
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| Husband-to-be, the mountain God
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| And her family and friends soon interrupted their reverie
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| As they chanted the ancient, sacred words
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| Can you hear 'em?
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| Katoomba (Hey!), Macumba (Ho!)
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| Oomgawa
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| Katoomba (Hey!), Macumba (Ho!)
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| Oomgawa
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| Katoomba (Hey!), Maca-caba (Ho!)
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| Oomgawa!
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Hey!
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Hey!
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| Ah-oh
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| Leilani coola-boola-Ulladulla-huacatay
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| (Aba-laba-laba Hut! Aba-laba-laba Hut!)
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| Leilani never-get-a-hut-o'-terracotta-tile
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| (Aba-laba-laba Hut! Aba-laba-laba Hut!)
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| Oomgawa!
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Hey!
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Hey! |
| (Oh-oh)
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Hey! |
| (Oh-oh, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
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| Ah-oh
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| Ah-ah-ah-oh
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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, the late deceased
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| At least her death had purpose, his life is a waste
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) And his life is a waste
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| Say, «Leilani don’t go to the volcano» (Whoa-oh)
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) «Listen, please!»
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| «Please don’t go, I love you, I love you» (Whoa-oh)
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) «I love you so»
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| She to him was to be wed (Whoa-oh)
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| She chose a mountain God instead
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) Well, instead
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| «Come on down, Leilani, I can’t stand this (Whoa-oh)
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| Carrying on around» (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Listen, please!"
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| Oh-oh, uh-huh
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh-no
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| She’s gone, gone, gone, really gone (Whoa-oh)
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| (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh) She’s really gone this time
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| Let’s! |
| Go! |