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).

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)