Babushka-Yai Ya

He got one eye sealed over
From the corner of a sovereign ring
He was dancing on the table when the bouncer took his swing
And the jukebox went Babushka-Yai Ya
He was drinking down that Stolichnaya
Rabbiting like a gun in a tower
It comes in waves in a tsunami
Living a life on the culls of danger
Did you go home with a complete stranger?
Chopping out lies in the back of a manger
Who gave who French
In the back of the car down by the sea
And the jukebox went Babushka-Yai Ya
He was drinking down that Stolichnaya
Your father sung in the mother tongue
Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-Yai Ya
Looking for our hands like castenetas
Sitting in a circle like Geneva
With the Berlin Wall falling in her head
On the Mexican day of the dead
Say a loyal hound never leaves his master’s grave
Stay with him if he falls underneath this wave
When the jukebox went Babushka-Yai Ya
He was drinking down that Stolichnaya
She sees a cross at the window
On the Mexican day of the dead