Babalou Songtext
von The Tractors

In the middle of the ocean
Storm clouds risin′
A young Christopher Columbus
Was searching the horizon
The crew say, hey
Chris, what we gonna do
All that he could say was
Baba... Baba... Babalou

Babalou... Babalou
Babalou... Babalou
Not matter what you do
You got to Babalou


God's chosen people
Were marching ′round the wall
They played so loud
The wall began to fall
Above all the screaming
A voice came cuttin' through
Joshua was singing
Baba... Baba... Babalou

Babalou... Babalou
Babalou... Babalou
Not matter what you do
You got to Babalou

In nineteen fifty-seven
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
Not matter what you do
You got to Bablou


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
Not matter what you do
You got to Babalou

Babalou... Babalou
Babalou... Babalou
Not matter what you do
You got to Babalou

What ever else you do
You got to Babalou