Текст песни: Wangaratta Wahine + перевод

I walked in the roadhouse restaurant.

It had been a long drive. My mind was far away.

The lady at the counter asked me, ‘What do you want?'

But as I looked towards the plastic palm trees

here’s all I could say:

My wahine in Wang, Wangaratta.

It is not goodbye. We will hula again.

My wahine in Wang, it doesn’t matter that we’re apart.

I still love yoooou.

Although I must go far down the road: the Hume Highway.

Trucks will pass and gum leaves fall, I’ll return some day

She looked at me, and said I was a great galoot.

‘You're a great galoot!'

She called her husband in who showed me the door.

Then I departed with a healthy boot, UGHH

and as I flew out

the summer breeze seemed to whisper to me:

My wahine in Wang, Wangaratta. It is not goodbye.

We will hula again.

Though we’re apart I still recall the parted palm trees.

The waves in her hair: splish splash splish splash.

I remember the lagoon.

The sink where the water falls.

But most of all I remember her husband Craig:

about six-foot-six, broad shoulders, WHAT A WACKER.

My wahine in Wang, Wangaratta. It is not goodbye.

We will hula again.

My wahine in Wang, it doesn’t matter that we’re apart.

I still love yoooou.

Перевод песни Wangaratta Wahine