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)