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 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' 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 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 cousin came And even dozen came And I can tell you this