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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