Babalou

In the middle of the ocean storm clouds risin'

A young Christopher Columbus was searchin' the horizon

The crew say hey Chris what we gonna do

All that he could say was baba baba babalou babalou babalou



Babalou babalou

No matter what you do yaou got to babalou



God's chosen people were marchin' round the wall

They played so loud the wall began to fall

Above all the screamin' a voice came cuttin' through

Joshua was singin' baba baba babalou babalou babalou



Babalou babalou...

In 1957 I was seven years old

Glued to the TV set wouldn't do a thing that I was told

I loved Lucy Fred and Ethel too

And Ricky when he sang baba baba babalou babalou babalou



Babalou babalou...

It's the American way to have a big election

Go right out and vote make a presidential selection

All those politicians they ain't got a clue

They wouldn't know their butt from a hole in the ground

Or a good babalou babalou babalou



Babalou babalou...

Babalou babalou...

Whatever else you do yeah you got to babalou