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

It's fair weather,
hep cats get together!
And every time meet,
here's the way you'll hear greet ( greet! )
A Hello Dad!

Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, shoot some breeze!
Say, whatever to the Japanese?
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, haven't you
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 dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was to say:
"A yuk yuk!"

Well I go fishin'
That's ok, give you our permission 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, give me some skin!
Well you're lookin' mighty purdy Miss Locks!
I'm the old girly of the bobby socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you big!
Well I'm the fresh tomata you 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 my top: " '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 really zoo!
Well I'll dig you later, baby 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 hubba-hubba-hubba ruff!

A getta long a little with the great big eyes,
well if lookin' for a spousey,
why just 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 ( A what you kno' )
A you say ( A what you say )
I say I'll dig you baby in the USA!

Music by Jimmy
lyrics by Harold Adamson. 1945