Slim Gaillard — Babalu

Babalu Babalu Babalu aye Babalu aye Babalu Jungle drums were badly beating In the glare of eerie lights While the natives kept repeating Ancient jungle rites All at once the dusky warriors began to Raise their arms to skies above A a native stepped forward to chant to His Voodoo Godess of love Ah! Great Babalu! I 'm so lost and forsaken Ah, great Babalu