Lyric

I’m waiting for manananggal

On top of the island

I'm waiting for manananggal

On an old balete tree

I have my knife made from brass

She thought that I would hurt her

I was just really waiting for her

For my manananggal

Her lower body likes me

But her head hates me

I caught her by the shoulders

But her upper body flew away

I'm smoking a ciger

Like a Kapre on the tree

I'm looking for my manananggal

Lalalalala

I'm looking for my manananggal

On an old balete tree

I'm waiting for manananggal

Like a Kapre on the tree

I'm waiting for manananggal

On top of the island

I'm waiting for manananggal

On an old balete tree

I'm waiting for manananggal

On top of the island

I was just really waiting for her

For my manananggal