Hana

Hana Hana Hana steps out of a storm Into a stranger's warm but hard-up kitchen She sees what must be done, she takes off her coat Rolls up her sleeves and starts pitching in Hana has a special knack for getting people back on the right track 'Cause she knows they all matter So she doesn't argue or flatter, she doesn't fight the slights She takes it on the chin like a champ Hana Hana Hana says when life's a drag, don't cave in Don't wave a white flag, raise up a white banner In this manner, straighten your back Dig in your heels and get a good grip on your grief Hana says, "Don't get me wrong, this is no simple Sunday song Where God or Jesus comes along and they save you You've got to be braver than that You tackle the beast alone with all its tenacious teeth" Light the lamp Hana Hana Hana Hana