Wangaratta Wahine Songtext
von Captain Matchbox Whoopee Band

I walked in the roadhouse restaurant
It had been a long drive
My mind was far away
The lady at the counter asked me, what do you want
But as I looked towards the plastic palm trees
Here′s all I could say

My wahine in Wang, Wangaratta
It is not goodbye, we will hula again
My wahine in Wang, it doesn't matter that we′re apart
I still love you

Although I must go far down the road: the Hume highway
And trucks will pass, and gum leaves fall, I'll return some day
She looked at me, and said I was a great galoot
Called her husband in who showed me the door


Then I departed with a healthy boot, ugh
And as I flew out
The summer breeze seemed to whisper to me
My wahine in Wang, Wangaratta, it is not goodbye
We will hula again

Though we're apart I still recall the parted palm trees
The waves in her hair
I remember the lagoon
The sink where the water falls
But most of all I remember her husband Craig
About six-foot-six, broad shoulders, what a wacker

My wahine in Wang, Wangaratta
It is not goodbye, we will hula again
My wahine in Wang, it doesn′t matter that we′re apart
I still love you