Hey Maria, papa said
You better go to bed.
Maria, mama said,
You better go to bed.
And 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's a lot of huggin' then,
A lot of kissin' then,
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 normal 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 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.
An even dozen came.

And I can tell you 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 other came.