The Babooch

Oh I’ve found beauty all my days with an eerie sense of doom
Lucky as Prometheus Unbound
It’s Black Watch Polo on the Pampas, private jet to Cannes
Profiled on Finches Quarterly, they seek me 'cause I am
The Babooch
Remember the name
I’m trouble, but seriously
I’m a Brahmin boy with low intentions
Someone ought to have let you know
The Babooch
The Babooch
Bunga bunga
The Babooch
Oh Britty says: «I'll go berserk if you drag tacky people through this door…
No Hedge Funders and no Poets or we come to blows»
«But Madame we networked while at Tsinghua, Wharton MBA
I play Gatsby to their plutocrat, we share a flat in the Marais»
The Babooch
Remember the name
I’m trouble, but seriously
I’m a Brahmin boy with low intentions
Someone ought to have let you know
When I throws it, when I throws it, when I throws it
When I throws it, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah, I’m a knuckleballer
When I throws it, when I throws it, when I throws it
When I throws it, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah, I’m a knuckleballer
The Babooch
The Babooch
Bunga bunga
The Babooch
They fly me in when there’s ballroom dancing
The perks and the surfin' remain outstanding
And always nymphomaniacs
Now at times Nacho Figueras rings at 4 AM
And sings «Grab your Sperrys… lust ahoy, it’s a yacht orgy again»
The Babooch
Remember the name
I’m trouble, but seriously
I’m a Brahmin boy with low intentions
Someone ought to have let you know
The Babooch
The Babooch
Bunga bunga
The Babooch
When I throws it, when I throws it, when I throws it
When I throws it, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah, I’m a knuckleballer
When I throws it, when I throws it, when I throws it
When I throws it, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah, I’m a knuckleballer
I’m the Babooch
The Babooch