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

It's always weather,
hep cats get together!
And time they meet,
here's the way you'll them greet ( greet! )
A Hello 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 in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,
As he away, he was heard to say:
"A yuk yuk!"

Well I go fishin'
ok, we'll give 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 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!
Let's a heart to heart'a 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 " 'till the end of time . . . " ( Aaaaah! )

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

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

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

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You're the kind of cat, a sharp cravat,
and you know your stuff!

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

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

how you love to blubber
with that 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 you say ( A what you say )
I say I'll dig you baby in the USA!

Music by McHugh
with lyrics by Harold Adamson.