Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Living here in Babylos is oh so dificult
I really don't know what to do
Think I'll go to Africa, maybe Ethiopia
I really hope that you'll come too
I hear a little voice, it says ...
Don't come ...
Last saturday night, had a fight with my baby
I don't think I'll see her again
She never say no
She always say maybe
And that'sno way to treat a friend
I hear a little voice, it says...
Don't come, don't come, don't come...