Babas on Their Bench Songtext
von Jim Guittard

The Babas are sitting on their bench
They′re talking about their life
I pass by and say hi
To the Babas on their bench

The Babas are drinking their boza
They always offer me some
I always say 'uh, yes"
To the Babas on their bench


The Babas are laughing up a storm
About the days of old
I watch and listen
To the Babas on their bench

Babas are the cooks of the town
They work the fields all day
Listen to them and you′ll never go wrong

The Babas are canning for winter
So we can eat
So say thanks
To the Babas sitting on their bench

The Babas are lighting candles
For all the town's people
Hoping for a good future
And a good life for all