Author: rdoggett@villandio.net

Like to tell ya about my baby
You know she comes around
She’s about five feet four
From her head to the ground

You know she comes around here
At just about midnight
She make ya feel so good, Lord
She make ya feel all right

And her name is G-L-O-R-I
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
I’m gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I’m gonna shout it everyday (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

She comes around here
Just about midnight
Ha, she make me feel so good, Lord
I wanna say she make me feel all right

Comes a-walkin’ down my street
When she come to my house
She knock upon my door
And then she comes to my room
And she make me feel all right

G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
G-L-O-R-I-A (Gloria)
I’m gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I’m gonna shout it every day (Gloria)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Looks so good (Gloria) well, all right
Just so good (Gloria) all right, yeah

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing

Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
You move me

Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
C’mon, c’mon, wild thing
Check it, check it, wild thing

Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.
Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.

A fine girl, who waited for me.
I catch a ship across the sea.
I sailed the ship all alone.
I wondered when I’m gonna make it home.

Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.
Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.

Three nights and days I sailed the sea.
I think of the girl constantly.
On the ship, I dream she there.
I smell the rose that’s in her hair.

Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.
Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.

I see Jamaican moon above.
See the girl I’m thinking of.
I take her in my arms and then
Say I’ll never leave again.

Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.
Louie Louie, oh baby, we gotta go.

Oh, we gotta go now.
Uh-huh we gotta go.
Get that boy outta here

Let’s go!

It’s the time of the season
When the love runs high
In this time
Give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
(To take you in the sun to)
promised lands (To show you every one)

It’s the time of the season for loving

What’s your name? (what’s your name)
Who’s your daddy? (who’s your daddy)
(He rich) Is he rich like me?
Has he taken (has he taken)
Any time (any time)
(To show) To show you what you need to live
(Tell it to me slowly) Tell you why
(I really want to know)

It’s the time of the season for loving

This website is inspired by the alumni of the International School of Bangkok, Classes of 1960 to 1969.

Barbos was the name of a popular gathering place for ISBers visiting Pattaya Beach back in the 60s.

Recently we planned to gather for a reunion in San Antonio, Texas, USA on 27-30 September 2026.

This site is intended to be dynamic, with additions made as events transpire and spirits move contributors.