Ole, oleanna. Ole, oleanna. Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna.
Climbing up the Matterhorn, all alone as I could be, I reached the top, I paused to stop and heard this mystic melody.
On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and water, once again I heard this sound.
My plane had all its motors gone. The wings would never keep me up.
I heard a voice that seemed to say, 'Now, let's take it from the top.'
I was tramping through the Congo when the Mau-Mau tribe appeared
And their native chant was haunting, just the sound that I had feared.
While rocketing one day in space, I found myself upon the moon. An ectoplasm greeted me with, 'Have you heard the latest tune?'
My ship was sinking in the water, so I sent an S.O.S. and I waited for an answer, you don't even have to guess.
Came a voice so calm and cheerful, just as cheerful as can be, said, 'According to our survey, now the song is number three!'
