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! 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; 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.