Louie, Louie, me gotta go. Louie, Louie, me gotta go. A fine little girl, she wait for me; me catch a ship across the sea. I sailed the ship all alone; I never think I'll make it home
Three nights and days we sailed the sea; me think of girl constantly. On the ship, I dream she there; I smell the rose in her hair.
Me see Jamaica moon above; It won't be long me see me love. Me take her in my arms and then I tell her I never leave again