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

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

a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, let's shoot 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 over Tokyo!
A friend of in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was to say:
"A yuk yuk!"

Well I gotta go
That's ok, we'll you our permission 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, well me some skin!
Well you're lookin' mighty Miss Curly Locks!
I'm the grand old of the bobby 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 what's really 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, tell me you say?
A muk muk!

now you're really talkin', you're no square!
You be from Weehawken . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!

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

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

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

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

Mister how you to blubber
with knock out squawk,
Seems your lips are made of
time 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 what you say ( A you say )
I say I'll dig you baby in the USA!

Music by McHugh
with by Harold Adamson. 1945