Hey Lucy, I'm home

Oh Ricky, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Ricky, hey Ricky

Oh Lucy, you're so fine
You're so fine you blow my mind
Hey Lucy, hey Lucy

Oh Ricky, you're so fine
You play your bongos all the time
Hey Ricky, hey Ricky

Oh Lucy, you're so fine
How I love to hear you whine
Hey Lucy

Hey Ricky
You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right
You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night
Stop shakin' your maracas now and just turn out the light Ricky

I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here
'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer
Why don't you serve your casserole and make them disappear Lucy

Oh Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do
You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
Oh Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue
Well, here's to you Lucy
I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let's babaloo Lucy

Hey Ricky
You're always playin' at the club, you never let me go
I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' but you always tell me no
Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky, wha'

You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too
You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through
You're such a crazy redhead I just don't know what to do Lucy

Oh Ricky
What a pity, don't you understand
That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned
Oh Lucy
I'm the Latin leader of the band
So here's to you Lucy
Let's babaloo Lucy, too Lucy
Everybody rumba!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Writer : YANKOVIC/CHINN/CHAPMAN/ADAMSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group