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

It's fair weather,
when hep get together!
And time 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, happened to the Japanese?
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, you heard?
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 mine in a B-29 dropped 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 and we'll say,
A hubba-hubba-hubba, on way!
And I dig you later 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 purdy Curly Locks!
I'm the grand old girly of the socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttaton you talk big!
Well I'm the tomata you can't dig!
Let's have a heart to and you'll decide!
I'm a chick what's really on the side!

You knock me flat, the kind of a cat,
makes me wanta blow my top: " 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 Weehawken . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba!

Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba!

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

Music by Jimmy
lyrics by Harold Adamson. 1945