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 you're a great galoot
Called her husband in
Come in here Craig, we've got a live one here
He showed me the door
There it is sonny, get out
Then I departed with a healthy boot
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
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Though we're apart
I still recall
The potted palm trees
The waves in her hair
Splish splash splish splash
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