text:  I want to go back to my little grand shack in Calico, Hawaii. I want to be with all the carnies, bohemians that I used to know long ago. I can hear the soft guitars a-playing on the beach at 4-1-0-0. I can hear the old Hawaiian saying, A-go-go-way-no-ka-hoo-ee-ka-ho-lee-ba-la-ka-ho. Pretty soon, pretty soon.