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
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