Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Hullaballou
Hullaballou
Hulla ballou hulla balay, Hullaballou, Ballou, balay. It isn't night and it isn't day. He wasn't here but he's gonna stay. Hullaballou balay. | |
Hulla ballou hulla balye, Hullaballou, Ballou, balye. We don't know how, we don't know why. Can't think straight, ain't gonna try. Hullaballou balye. | |
Jumbo in the Jumbo room, flag up the pole, Wind around West Hall, water down a hole, Gravel on the drumlin, music in the band, Bats in the belfry, juice in the gland, Ballou in Ballou Hall, apple in the pie, Ballou in Ballou Hall, mud in your eye! | |
Hulla ballou hulla balee Hullaballou, Ballou, balee. You're not we, and we're not you. Things you never saw, you're gonna see. What can't be done, we're gonna do. We're setting him free! We're setting him free! Hulla Ballou! | |