Topenga Ataata
Kupu Tūpato
One, two, three, four
– Tahi, rua, toru, wha
One, two
– Kotahi, e rua
It’s a motorcycle drive-by
– Ko te motopaika motopaika-i
Baby, dry your kind eyes
– Baby, maroke o koutou kanohi atawhai
I think it’s about time we headed home
– Kua tae ki te wā me hoki atu tātou ki te kāinga
Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
– E haere ana i runga i taua taura raru ki toku tūmanako whakatara tiketike
Country boys don’t die alone
– Kaore nga tamariki e mate anake
Reading poetry under shade trees
– Te panui whiti i raro i nga rakau whakamarumaru
That woman, she’s my baby
– E te wahine, ko ia taku tamaiti
I will be in Richmond by tonight
– Hei te pō nei kei Richmond ahau e noho ana
With so much shame inside me
– Ki te kia nui te whakama i roto i ahau
I just want to hide me
– E hiahia ana ahau ki te huna ia koe
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
– E hiahia ana ratou ki te whakarongo ki te waiata i aku waiata i raro i nga rama
It’s a motorcycle drive-by
– Ko te motopaika motopaika-i
Baby, dry your kind eyes
– Baby, maroke o koutou kanohi atawhai
I think it’s about time we headed home
– Kua tae ki te wā me hoki atu tātou ki te kāinga
Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
– E haere ana i runga i taua taura raru ki toku tūmanako whakatara tiketike
The country boys don’t die alone
– Kaore nga tamariki e mate anake
Everyday’s so fleeting, and I have been trying to save it while I can
– I nga ra katoa, ka ngana ahau ki te whakaora i te waa e taea ana e au
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
– Ko te titiro ki runga ki tona mata, enei ra takawai wera katoa
And the boys in my damn band
– Ko ngatokimatawhaorua toku waka
It’s a motorcycle drive-by
– Ko te motopaika motopaika-i
Baby, dry your kind eyes
– Baby, maroke o koutou kanohi atawhai
I think it’s about time we headed home
– Kua tae ki te wā me hoki atu tātou ki te kāinga
Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes
– E haere ana i runga i taua taura raru ki toku tūmanako whakatara tiketike
Country boys don’t die alone
– Kaore nga tamariki e mate anake
Reading poetry under shade trees
– Te panui whiti i raro i nga rakau whakamarumaru
That woman, she’s my baby
– E te wahine, ko ia taku tamaiti
I will be in Richmond by tonight
– Hei te pō nei kei Richmond ahau e noho ana
With so much shame inside me
– Ki te kia nui te whakama i roto i ahau
I just want to hide me
– E hiahia ana ahau ki te huna ia koe
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights
– E hiahia ana ratou ki te whakarongo ki te waiata i aku waiata i raro i nga rama
