bamboula

on an old cot bay from around the lake

my baby said to me

this ain't no time

for any nickel and dime

or a wasted memory

so you all gather round and about the town

and it sounds like history

and our rhythm is great

it's on the way

that brought you back to me

he cool you

can't fool you

bamboula

down in congo square

not so long ago

a creole beat would play

and an old court room in a big bad moon

would dine on end

the days go rumble in a mumble jumbo way

sweet heart dear whit her hear real

you play each day

i'm calling

you owe it

you all in

bamboula

with a creole girl

and a cranberry lane

taking all my breath away

with every little age delayed

feeling also

there's no time to hesitate

let us keep it straight

never separate

this is not to intervene

engagin' the raging

it's cagin'

engagin' the raging

it's cagin'

i'm calling

you all in

i'm calling

you all in

i'm calling

you all in