6 young fellows, they went to Persia for a spree, as happy as could be, the lovely sights to see. They got inside the Sultan's palace and had a look around, when suddenly, to their surprise, the harem soon they found. One by one they beeped into the keyhole of the door, when a voice exclaimed, now what do you want, and they all began to roar.
We're waiting for a girl, da da da da, wait, wait, waiting for a girl. We don't care if she's dark or fair, whether she's got straight or curly hair, we're all waiting for a girl. We're all feeling very strong, we're going to wait till Sunday or till suppertime on Monday, till the right girl comes along.
La da da da da, don't be down. Cold and frosty morning. 6 young sailors were wrecked upon the desert isle, they lived in funny style, together for a while.
They lived on figs and coconuts for weeks and weeks alone, when a ship came up to rescue them and was going to take them home. The captain said, I suppose you're waiting for a ship to call. The shipwrecked sailors said, oh no, it isn't that at all.
We're waiting for a girl, da da da da, wait, wait, waiting for a girl. We don't care if she's dark or fair, whether she's got straight or curly hair, we're all waiting for a girl. La da da da da, we're all feeling very strong, we're going to wait till Sunday or till suppertime on Monday, till the right girl comes along.
La da da da da, don't be down. I was frightened to look behind me. 6 young coppers were at the corner of the street, they all were off their feet, and the moon shone on their feet.
The clock there told the midnight hour, it was a pretty scene. They got interrupted, for up came Sergeant Green. Said he was up a murder or a burglar about, but the coppers turned their bullseyes on and all began to shout.
We're waiting for a girl, da da da da, wait, wait, waiting for a girl. We don't care if she's dark or fair, whether she's got straight or curly hair, we're all waiting for a girl. La da da da da, we're all feeling very strong, we're going to wait till Sunday or till suppertime on Monday, till the right girl comes along.
We're all waiting for a girl, la da da da da, that's the part I like, la da da da da. We don't care if she's dark or fair, whether she's got straight or curly hair, we're all waiting for a girl. La da da da da, that's it again, la da da da da.
We're going to wait till Sunday or till suppertime on Monday, till the right girl comes along. La da da da da, da da da da.
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