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 all were givin up
All the town, cept three Israelites
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 fires aroma!
Hebrew children, listen to me, youre dissin me
Come and bow or simmer like Rice-a-rona!
Never gonna drop, they said Were 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 youre just a recipe, so rest in peace!
But they didnt burst in flames and die-why? Dont knowa
Never would have thought theyd live at all
Such a burnin fire-I saw them with their God
Called them out-Now theyre friends of mine
My, my, my, my, my! Whoa!