Crickets Sing For Annamaria

Hey Maria, Papa said
You'd better go to bed
Maria, Mama said
You'd better go to bed
And little sister said
You'd better go to bed
The elder brother said
You heard what Papa said
You'd better say good night
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 of the window
To her beau
And so…
There was a lotta huggin' and
A lotta kissin' and
A lotta huggin' and
A lotta kissin' and
A lotta happy talk
A lotta moon above
But very little time
A very little time to make a lotta love
To make a lotta love
Which is a normal thing
To make a lotta love
For it was summer time
When all the crickets sing
And in the summer time
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repertoire 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
And everybody came
And I can tell this
It was a dirty shame
Because 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
And everybody came