Hakutulokset: 'one good paita for shirt eagle scrolls one'

Well, I was blown out of bed, hit in the head

I saw three flashes of atomic red Spun around town, shot in the ground

Swirled and swirled three times faster than sound

It was a fifty megatons

It was a fifty megatons

It was a fifty megatons hydrogen

Like they rate an atomic bomb

Bali Hai may call you, any night, any day.

In your heart you hear it call you, come away, come away.

Bali hai will whisper, on the wind, on the sea, here am I,

your special island, come to me, come to me.