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)