Babalú

Babalú,
Babalú,
Babalú aie,
Babalú aie.

The wake is starting
That we do for Babalú
Give me seventeen candles
To put them in a cross

And give me a pack of tobacco, buddy
And a sip of moonshine
Give me some money, buddy
So that luck comes to me

I want to ask
That my black woman loves me
That she has money
And that she doesn't die

I want to ask, to Babalú
For a really good black girl
Like you
Who doesn't have another man
So she won't leave

Babalu aie.