The Tractors - Babalou lyrics

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 bu*t 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