Maria, papa said, you better go to bed Maria, mama said, you better go to bed
And little sister said, you better go to bed Little brother said, you hear the papa said
You better stay the night, you better shut the light
And papa told you no, you can't go out tonight Papa didn't know, Maria had a date
And couldn't let her wait, so in a little while She waited till their lights fell low
She went out the window to have her own soul
There's a lot of hugging them, a lot of kissing them A lot of hugging them, a lot of kissing them
A lot of happy talk, a lot of moon above I've had a little time, I've had a little time
To make a lot of love, to make a lot of love Which is a normal thing, to make a lot of love
For it's the summertime, when all the crickets sing And in the summertime, when everyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song, but they didn't do The repertoire far along
Suddenly their papa came, and their mama came And then the sister came, and then their brother came
And then the uncle came, and then they cousin came And if he doesn't come
Then I can't tell you this, you're so dead in shame Because their papa came, and then their mama came
And then their sister came, and then their brother came And then they cousin came
And if he doesn't come, then I can't tell you this
The crickets sing a happy song, but they didn't do The repertoire far along
Suddenly their papa came, and their mama came And then their sister came, and then their brother came
And then the uncle came, and then they cousin came And if he doesn't come
Then I can't tell you this, you're so dead in shame Because their papa came, and then their mama came
And then their sister came, and then their brother came And then they cousin came
And if he doesn't come, then I can't tell you this
Because their papa came, and then their mama came And then their sister came, and then their brother came
And then they cousin came
And if he doesn't come, then I can't tell you this