Hooray! Hooray!

Everything goes in the land of the sunshine

Pretty ladies, groovin' in the beat in the land of the sunshine, let's all swing
- Max, no relaxin' on the pretty white sand, walkin' around with the pretty suntan
All my men are just goin' wild as the ladies pass by with sexy smile
- Swimmin', layin', all walkin' around, just rock to the rhythm of the funky sound

Hooray! (yeah) Hooray! (yeah)
Sunny (no)
Oh, I love
Holi-holiday
Sunny, oh, I love you (no)

(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma)

(Oh)

E.O.U.A.

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain
You gave to me your all and all
And now I feel ten feet tall
Sunny one so true, I love you

Yeah, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk
Yeah, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk (no)

E.O.U.A.U.A.U.O.U.A.

Kalimba de sol
Please talk to me
Lying is my life
Believin' in what you say
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

E.O.U.A.

Na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, na, na-na
Kalimba De Luna (na-na-na-na-na, na-na)
Kalimba De Luna (na-na-na-na-na)

Just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk (no)
Just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm, just rock to the rhythm of the funk

She was the meanest cat (in old Chicago town)
She was the meanest cat (she really mowed them down)
She had no heart at all (no, no, no heart at all)

(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, she taught her four sons
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, she never could cry
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, but she knew how to die

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Heading for the islands (we're ready, man, and packed to go)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
When we hit those islands (there's gonna be a big hello)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Digging all the sunshine, it's easy not to say goodbye (bye), bye

Heading for the islands (hey yeah, we're really flying high)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home