Songtext von 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