Lyrics: Ricky
Album: The Tv Album
Artist: Weird Al Yankovic
 

R: hey lucy, i’m home

L: oh ricky, you’re so fine
L: you’re so fine you blow my mind
L: hey ricky, hey ricky

R: oh lucy, you’re so fine
R: you’re so fine you blow my mind
R: hey lucy, hey lucy

L: oh ricky, you’re so fine
L: you play your bongos all the time
L: hey ricky, hey ricky

R: oh lucy, you’re so fine
R: how i love tyo hear you whine
R: hey lucy

L: hey ricky
L: you always play your conga drums, you think you got the right
L: you wake up little ricky in the middle of the night
L: stop shakin’ your maraccas now and just turn out the light ricky

R: i’m sick of fred and ethel always comin’ over here
R: ’cause fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer
R: why don’t you serve your cassarole and make them disappear lucy

L: oh ricky, what’s a girl like me supposed to do
L: you really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
R: oh lucy, you’re so dizzy, don’t you have a clue
R: well, here’s to you lucy
R: i love you too lucy, too lucy, let’s babaloo lucy

L: hey ricky
L: you’re always playin’ at the club, you never let me go
L: i’m beggin’ and i’m pleadin’ but you always tell me no
L: oh, please honey please, let me be in your show ricky, wah

R: you always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too
R: you iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through
R: you’re such a crazy redhead i just don’t know what to do lucy

L: oh ricky
L: what a pity, don’t you understand
L: that every day’s a rerun and the laughter’s always canned
R: oh lucy
R: i’m the latin leader of the band
R: so here’s to you lucy
R: let’s babaloo lucy, too lucy
R: everybody rumba!

R: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha