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

It's always weather,
hep cats get together!
And time they meet,
the way you'll hear them 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, happened to the Japanese?
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, you heard?
A hubba-hubba-hubba, me the word!

I got it a guy who was in the kno'
It was smoky 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!"

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 me some skin!
Well you're mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!
I'm the grand old girly of the socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you big!
I'm the fresh tomata you can't dig!
Let's a heart to heart'a and you'll 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 top: " 'till the end of . . . " ( 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 jive that's zoo!
Well I'll dig you later, baby all root!

< instrumental >

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

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

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

Mister how you love to
with that out squawk,
your lips are made of rubber
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 Harold Adamson.