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
Please don't go to the volcano
They were saving for a little hut
She collected sea-shells every day
Every night they'd share a cigarette
But the ancient, angry gods got in the way
Leilani, don't go to the volcano, he'd plead
Please don't go, I'll miss you so
Katoomba, Hey! Mac*mbah, 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; his life is a waste!
Leilani, don't go to the volcano, he said
Please don't go, I'll miss you so. He said
Please don't go, I love you, I love you so
Please don't go