Ooh my little city was pretty tough
When it was the kingdom called Babylona
Ooh, I made a golden god - and told the mob
Got to come and bow before my persona
Everybody dropped, givin' up
Such a pretty sight, they are were givin' up
All the town, 'cept three Isrealites
Why, why, why, why, why'! Whoa!
Ba-ba-ba-babylona
Called the little jokers up- said Bring 'em up
Close enough to look in my fire's aroma!
Hebrew children, listen to me, you're dissin' me
Come and bow or simmer like Roce-a-rona!
Never gonna drop, they said We're not
Such important guys, but God will get us out!
Told the guards, Throw them in the fire!
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye! Whoa!
Ba-ba-ba-babylona
Ba-ba-ba-babylona
Said to throw them into the rotisserie
Sizzlin' like a platter of fried bologna
Kids you're just a recipe, so rest in peace!
But they didn't burst into flames and die- why' Don't knowa
Never would have thought they'd live at all
Such a burnin' fire- I saw them with their God
Called them out- Bow they're friends of mine
My, my, my, my, my! Whoa!