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

It's always 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 shoot 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 smoky Tokyo!
A friend of mine in a B-29 another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was to say:
"A yuk yuk!"

Well I gotta go
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, well give me skin!
you're lookin' mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!
I'm the grand old of the bobby socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttaton you talk big!
Well I'm the tomata you can't dig!
have a heart to heart'a and you'll decide!
I'm a chick what's really on the side!

You knock me flat, you're the of a cat,
makes me wanta blow my top: " 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 can't be Weehawken . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!

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

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

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

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

Mister how you love to
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 I'll dig you later in the USA!

Music by McHugh
lyrics by Harold Adamson. 1945