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 Hello Dad!

a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just 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 of mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was heard to
"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' purdy Miss Curly 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 heart to heart'a and 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 that way, tell me what you say?
A muk muk!

now you're really talkin', you're no square!
You can't be from . . .
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 your stuff!

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

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

Mister how you to blubber
with knock out squawk,
Seems your lips are made of
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 dig you later baby in the USA!

by Jimmy McHugh
with lyrics by Adamson. 1945