Ooh my little city was pretty tough When it was the kingdom called Babylona Ooh, I made a golden god -- and told the mob Got to come and bow before my persona Everybody dropped, givin' up Such a pretty sight, they all were givin' up All the town, 'cept three Israelites Why, why, why, why, why?! Whoa! Ba-ba-ba-babylona Called the little jokers up -- said "Bring 'em up Close enough to look in my fire's aroma! Hebrew children, listen to me, you're dissin' me Come and bow or simmer like Rice-a-rona!" "Never gonna drop," they said "We're not "Such important guys, but God will get us out!" Told the guards, "Throw them in the fire!" Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye! Whoa! Ba-ba-ba-babylona Ba-ba-ba-babylona Said to throw them into the rotisserie Sizzlin' like a platter of fried bologna “Kids you’re just a recipe, so rest in peace!” But they didn’t burst in flames and die -- why? Don’t knowa Never would have thought they'd live at all Such a burnin' fire -- I saw them with their God Called them out -- Now they're friends of mine My, my, my, my, my! Whoa!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
