Crickets Sing For Anamaria

Hey Maria, papa said

"You better go to bed"

Maria, mama said

"You better go to bed"

The little sister said

"You better go to bed"

The older brother said

"You heard what Papa said

You better say goodnight

You better shut the light

And papa told you no

You can't go out tonight"

But papa didn't know

Maria had a date

And couldn't let him wait

So in a little while

She waited till the lights were low

She went out the window to her beau, and so

There was a lot of huggin' him

A lot of kissin' him

A lot of huggin' him

A lot of kissin' him

A lot of happy talk

A lot of moon above

But very little time

But very little time

To make a lot of love

To make a lot of love

Which is a groovy thing

To make a lot of love

For it was summertime

When all the crickets sing

And in the summertime

When anyone's in love

The crickets sing a happy song

But they didn't do their repetoire for long

Suddenly the papa came

And then the mama came

And then the sister came

And then the brother came

And then the uncle came

And then the cousin came

An even dozen came

And I can tell you this

It was a dirty shame

And then the papa came

And then the mama came

And then the sister came

And then the brother came

And then the uncle came

An even dozen came

And I can tell you this

It was a dirty shame