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 ♪ 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