hawaii

young canadians

hawaii *(lyrics/music: bergmann/ross carpenter)
well, well, well
hulabaloo girls *(lyrics/music: Bergmann/Jim Bescott)
no escape *(lyrics/music: bergmann/jim bescott/barry taylor)

Hawaii 12” EP (QEP 1201)

Side 1
Hawaii (Bergmann/Ross Carpenter)
Well, Well, Well (Bergmann)
Side 2
Hulabaloo Girls (Bergmann/Bescott)
No Escape (Bergmann/Bescott/Taylor)

Art Bergmann: vocals, guitar
Jim Bescott: bass, vocals (lead vocals on Hulabaloo Girls)
Barry Taylor: drums

Produced by Ted Thomas, Bob Rock, and Young Canadians.
Engineered by Bob Rock in September 1979 at Little Mountain Studio, Burnaby, Canada.© 1979 (SOCAN), (p) 1980 Quintessence Records

hawaii

lyrics/music: bergmann/ross carpenter

Let’s go to fuckin’ Hawaii
Get drunk in the sun
I wanna lay on Waikiki
Get a tan on my buns
 
Runnin’ from the rain
Thousands on the run
Makin’ like the rich
Heading for the fun
 
Let’s go to fuckin’ Tahiti
Lounge on the beach
Those native girls are so pretty
Swayin’ to the native beats
 
Runnin’ from the rain
Thousands on the run
Makin’ like the rich
Heading for the fun
 
2 AM
Economy Air
747
Drunk to the roof(??)
Worked all summer
Saved my money
So I can warm
 
Let’s go to fuckin’ Miami
Loungin’ on the beach
I got my little Cuban refugee
Cheaper than a Georgia peach
 
Runnin’ from the rain
Thousands on the run
Thinkin’ like the rich
Heading for the fun
 
Let’s go to fuckin’ Las Vegas
Blow a wad in the Sun
I wanna stop for a party (??)
Before I’m back under the gun
 
Runnin’ from the rain
Thousands on the run
Makin like the rich
Heading for the fun
 
2 AM
Economy Air
747
Drunk to the roof (??)
Worked all summer
Saved my money
So I can be warm
 
Let’s go to fuckin’ Hawaii
Let’s go to fuckin’ Hawaii
 
Runnin’ from the rain
Thousands on the run
Makin’ like the rich
Heading for the fun

well, well, well

Well, well, well
I don’t have too much to say
About the people I step over
On my way to work
Each and every day

I watch the group up the street
The great unwashed
They really bug me
Yeah, they really bug me

I got a job
I work in a bank
Near Hastings and Main
Cashing cheques for the slaves

And then they walk up the street
Give their money back to me
The Bank of BC
The Bank of BC

Well, I don’t care
I’m just in training
For a manager’s shift
In the Central Interior

Some sticky little town
With a Chinese teller (??)
I think I’m gonna tell her
All the things I’m gonna tell her

hulabaloo girls

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no escape

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