Hey Maria, Papa said       You'd better go to bed       Maria, Mama said       You'd better go to bed       And little sister said       You'd better go to bed       The elder brother said       You heard what Papa said       You'd better say good night       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 of the window       To her beau       And so…       There was a lotta huggin' and       A lotta kissin' and       A lotta huggin' and       A lotta kissin' and       A lotta happy talk       A lotta moon above       But very little time       A very little time to make a lotta love       To make a lotta love       Which is a normal thing       To make a lotta love       For it was summer time       When all the crickets sing       And in the summer time       When anyone's in love       The crickets sing a happy song       But they didn't do their repertoire 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       And everybody came       And I can tell this       It was a dirty shame       Because 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       And everybody came