Shells and buckets and makas and kava
Are words I use at the nakamal
Reading the news, and watching the people
That's what I do at the nakamal
At the nakamal my heart grows tall
Ahhh, Ah
hh
As my mind gets wise I stop and sigh
Ahhh, Ahhh
Dreaming -- Screaming
There's a girl washing her mouth
I'm in love but she's looking out
She looks pretty young and that spells trouble
My mind grows wise while my eyes see double
She's so young and tall
Ahhh, Ah
hh
I'm gonna give her my Twisties (or Tusker)
Ahh, Ahhh
Dreaming -- Screaming
I'm not a subtle guy
I'll go to her and sigh
"Awo, ningan, afta, yu yu wandem kaekae?"
-- "Lo Nakamal" by The Dead Kavamen