Crickets Sing for Anamaria Songtext
von Astrud Gilberto
Crickets Sing for Anamaria Songtext
Hey Maria, papa said
"You better go to bed"
Maria, mama said
"You better go to bed"
The little sister said
"You better go to bed"
The older brother said
"You heard what Papa said
You better say goodnight
You better shut the light
And papa told you no
You can′t go out tonight"
But papa didn't know
Maria had a date
And couldn′t let him wait
So in a little while
She waited till the lights were low
She went out the window to her beau, and so
There was a lot of huggin' him
A lot of kissin' him
A lot of huggin′ him
A lot of kissin′ him
A lot of happy talk
A lot of moon above
But very little time
But very little time
To make a lot of love
To make a lot of love
Which is a groovy thing
To make a lot of love
For it was summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in the summertime
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn′t do their repetoire for long
Suddenly the papa came
And then the mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
And then the papa came
And then the mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
"You better go to bed"
Maria, mama said
"You better go to bed"
The little sister said
"You better go to bed"
The older brother said
"You heard what Papa said
You better say goodnight
You better shut the light
And papa told you no
You can′t go out tonight"
But papa didn't know
Maria had a date
And couldn′t let him wait
So in a little while
She waited till the lights were low
She went out the window to her beau, and so
There was a lot of huggin' him
A lot of kissin' him
A lot of huggin′ him
A lot of kissin′ him
A lot of happy talk
A lot of moon above
But very little time
But very little time
To make a lot of love
To make a lot of love
Which is a groovy thing
To make a lot of love
For it was summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in the summertime
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn′t do their repetoire for long
Suddenly the papa came
And then the mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
And then the papa came
And then the mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Writer(s): Ray Gilbert, Marcos Valle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com