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

It's fair weather,
when hep get together!
And every time meet,
here's the way hear them greet ( greet! )
A Hello 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 a guy who was in the kno'
It was mighty smoky Tokyo!
A friend of mine in a B-29 another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was heard to
"A yuk yuk!"

Well I go fishin'
That's ok, we'll give you our and we'll 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 you're lookin' mighty purdy Miss Locks!
I'm the grand old girly of the socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttata you talk big!
Well I'm the tomata you can't dig!
Let's have a to heart'a and you'll decide!
I'm a chick what's on the solid side!

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

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

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

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

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the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat,
and you know your stuff!

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

A getta long a mousy with the great big eyes,
well if lookin' for a spousey,
why just my size!

how you love to blubber
with knock out squawk,
your 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 what you )
A what you say ( A you say )
I say I'll dig you baby in the USA!

Music by McHugh
with by Harold Adamson. 1945