Crickets Sing For Anamaria (Os Grillos)

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 elder brother said

You heard what Papa said

You better say goodnight

You better shut the light

Your 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' and

A lot of kissin' and

A lot of huggin' and

A lot of kissin' and

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

'Cause it's the summertime

When all the crickets sing

And in the summertime

When everyone'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

An even dozen

Wasn't it 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 cousin came

An even dozen came

And everybody kissed

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

An even dozen

Wasn't it 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 cousin came

An even dozen came

And everybody kissed