Maureen Maureen
Maureen, Maureen
Your Christmas presents mean the world to me, Maureen
It could be a baseball but I hate that game
Or a [?] it's all the same, Maureen

Maureen, Maureen
Are you still missing those sunny days, oh Maureen
Cause you can't touch a ray of sunlight
But you could feel it warm your skin
The cloudy days, sun ray will burn you
Leave you freckles, so you'll remember him
Maureen

Maureen, Maureen
San Francisco's not so far as she seems, Maureen
And you know she's my baby too
She looks and loves like you
And I'll protect her like I promised
The world to me, my family tree Maureen