We three profs of Somerville are, or think we are,

Or Cambridge, or Medford, come to see holy Ballou.

From Chicago, Arlington, places away and far,

By the B. & M. we come to see you, holy Ballou,

By the M.T.A., oh Holy Ballou, holy Ballou.

We stand dumbfounded, as if kicked in the head.

Our breath is in short pants. Oh, holy Ballou!

For we have seen Hosea, we move our feet like lead,

We gape at you, Oh holy Hosea, holy Ballou!

Did P.T. Barnum make you?

Oh holy Ballou!

What marvelous manner of man are you, we ask.

Do we dream? Are we we? Is it you, or TV?

Id you're wearing amask, don't take off that mask.

We want to believe it's you, O Ballou, we see,

That it's wholly the holy, holy Ballou we see.