When I was a young boy, my mama said to me, there's only one girl in this world for you and she probably lives in Tahiti. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. Or maybe she's in the Bahamas, where the Caribbean Sea is blue. Weeping in the tropical moonlit night because nobody's talking about you. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world to find out where they hide her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. Hey! Hey! Am I hanging around in the rain right here, trying to pick up a girl? Or are my eyes filling up with these lonely tears when there's girls all over the world? Is she lying on some tropical beach somewhere, underneath the tropical sun? Pining away in a heatwave there, hoping that I won't be long. I should be lying on that soft square beach with her, caressing her warm brown skin. And then, in a year or maybe not quite, we'll be sharing the same excuse. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world to find out where they hide her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. Hey! Hey! I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world to find out where they hide her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world just to find her. I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world to find out where they hide her. Oh! Hey! Hey!