Luyện nghe bài hát A Hubba-Hubba-Hubba ( Dig You Later )

It's fair weather,
when hep get together!
And every they meet,
here's the way you'll them greet ( greet! )
A hubba-hubba-hubba Dad!

Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, let's some breeze!
Say, whatever happened to the
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, haven't you
A hubba-hubba-hubba, me the word!

I got it from a guy who was in the
It was mighty smoky Tokyo!
A friend of mine in a dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was heard to
"A yuk yuk!"

I gotta go fishin'
That's ok, we'll give you our permission and say,
A hubba-hubba-hubba, on way!
And I will dig you in the USA!
Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee, ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee!

A hubba-hubba-hubba, I got in!
A hubba-hubba-hubba, give me some skin!
Well lookin' mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!
I'm the old girly of the bobby socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttaton you talk big!
I'm the fresh tomata you can't dig!
Let's have a heart to and you'll decide!
I'm a chick really on the solid side!

You knock me flat, you're the of a cat,
makes me wanta blow my " 'till the end of time . . . " ( Aaaaah! )

And if you feel way, tell me what you say?
A muk muk!

Well now you're talkin', you're no square!
You can't be from . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!

You got a line of that's really zoo!
Well dig you later, baby you're all root!

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You're the kind of cat, wears a cravat,
and you really your stuff!

If you that way, tell me what you say?
A ruff ruff!

A getta long a little mousy the great big eyes,
if you're lookin' for a spousey,
why you're my size!

Mister how you to blubber
that knock out squawk,
Seems lips are made of rubber
every you talk!

Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba!

Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba!

Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba!
A what you kno' ( A you kno' )
A you say ( A what you say )
I say I'll dig you later in the USA!

Music by McHugh
lyrics by Harold Adamson. 1945