Leilani

Somewhere on a South Pacific island Sits a young man staring at the surf. His native girlfriend died a death quite violent A tribal sacrifice made to the earth. She was brown, her hair was black, her eyes were blue. A chief's daughter, Leilani was her name. She and her young man made a handsome two But lava tore them both apart again. Leilani, don't go to the volcano (he'd say). They were saving for a little hut, She collected sea-shells every day. Everynight they'd share a cigarette But The ancient, angry gods got in the way. Leilani, don't go to the volcano (he'd plead). (CEREMONY:) Katoomba, Hey! Macumbah, Ho! Umgawah! Hey! Ho! Hey-eh! Ah... Leilani - crula-bula-ulladulla-wok-a-tai Aba-laba-laba, Hut! Leilani-nevageta-huta-tera-cota-tile Aba-laba-laba Hut! Umgawah!!! Still the young man sits upon the beach, He's staring misty-eyed out into space. He's thinking about his girlfriend (of late, deceased), At least her death had purpose; now his life is a waste! Leilani, don't go to the volcano (he'd beg her)