Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya.
People see me acting strange,
They might think it's a burning shame.
But the people don't realise,
The pangs of hell that I feel.
So let them say I'm mad,
They don't know how it feels to be sad.
I don't know who could be glad,
In a situation like this.
My last shirt's torn off my back,
But that's not quite the fact.
My shoe is down to my socks,
No place to lay my head.
I don't even own a bed,
I can't remember when I've eaten bread.
They don't seem to realise,
What really keeps me alive.
It's the power that is so great,
That no man can destroy.
They'd like to understand,
Just where I get my helping hand.
So they criticise,
While I look and live.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya.
People see me acting strange,
They might think it's a burning shame.
But the people don't realise,
The pangs of hell that I feel.
So let them say I'm mad,
They don't know how it feels to be sad.
I don't know who could be glad,
In a situation like this.
My last shirt's torn off my back,
But that's not quite the fact.
My shoe is down to my socks,
No place to lay my head.
I don't even own a bed,
I can't remember when I've eaten bread.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya..
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya.
People see me acting strange,
They might think it's a burning shame.
But the people don't realise,
The pangs of hell that I feel.
So let them say I'm mad,
They don't know how it feels to be sad.
I don't know who could be glad,
In a situation like this.
My last shirt's torn off my back,
But that's not quite the fact.
My shoe is down to my socks,
No place to lay my head.
I don't even own a bed,
I can't remember when I've eaten bread.
They don't seem to realise,
What really keeps me alive.
It's the power that is so great,
That no man can destroy.
They'd like to understand,
Just where I get my helping hand.
So they criticise,
While I look and live.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya.
People see me acting strange,
They might think it's a burning shame.
But the people don't realise,
The pangs of hell that I feel.
So let them say I'm mad,
They don't know how it feels to be sad.
I don't know who could be glad,
In a situation like this.
My last shirt's torn off my back,
But that's not quite the fact.
My shoe is down to my socks,
No place to lay my head.
I don't even own a bed,
I can't remember when I've eaten bread.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba boo ba baya.
Ba boo ba baya..