Oleanna

Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
Climbing up the Matterhorn, all alone as I could be, I reached the top,
I forced a stop and heard this mystic melody
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and
water, once again I heard this sound
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
My plane had all its motors gone. The wings would never keep me up
I heard a voice that seemed to say, «Now, let’s take it from the top
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
I was tramping through the Congo when the Mau Mau tribe appeared
And their native chant was haunting, just the sound that I had feared
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
While rocketing into space, I found myself upon the moon. An ectoplasm greeting
me with, «Have you heard the latest tune?»
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
My ship was sinking in the water, so I sent an S.O.S. and I waited for an
answer, you don’t even have to guess
Came a voice so calm and cheerful, just as cheerful as can be, said, «According to our survey, now the song is number three!»
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, oleanna
Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna