Pa-paya Mama
Pa-paya
mama, pearl of the deep blue sea
tell your pa pa-paya
you're comin' home with me . . . yip!
My sweet pa-paya mamma wears a bamboo
skirt
She dances barefoot an' her feet don't
hurt
We drink pa-pays by the moonlit
shore
And when we kiss she hollers
"More, More, More!"
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
sea
Tell your pa pa-paya, you're comin'
home with me!
(
Yip! )
I came to Cuba for a
holiday,
pa-paya mama took her
heart away
Vacation's over and it's time to go,
and when we kiss she hollers "No, No, No!"
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
sea
Tell your pa pa-paya, you're comin'
home with me! (
Yip! )
< instrumental break >
Pa-paya
mama, pearl of the deep blue sea
tell your pa pa-paya
you're comin' home with me . . . yip!
My island queen I'll build a hut for
you
The floors an' doors will be the best
bamboo
And 'neath the Louisiana moon
above
We'll sip pa-paya and we'll love, love
love!
Pa-paya, pa-paya, pa-paya,
paya, paya
pa pa pa-paya!
In time we'll raise a little family
To play beneath the new pa-paya
tree
We'll send your papa fifty-cent
cigar
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya
grand-pa-pa!
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
sea
Tell your pa pa-paya, you're comin'
home with me!
Pa-paya mama
(
Yahoo! )
pearl of the deep blue
sea
Tell your pa pa-paya, you're comin'
home with me! (
Yip! )
Pa-paya, pa-paya, pa-paya!
Words and Music by
Larry Coleman,
Norman Gimbel
and
George Sandler
 
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