Balaga

Hey
Balaga
Ho Balaga
Hey hey ho Balaga
Hey hey Balaga
The famous
troika
driver
Hey Balaga
Ho Balaga
Hey hey hey Balaga
Hey hey Balaga
The famous troika driver
Who’s that madman flying at full gallop down the street
Who’s that madman knocking people over
Running people down
While his fine gentlemen
Hold on to their seats
It’s Balaga!
Driving mad at twelve miles an hour
Balaga!
Comin' straight at you
Get out my way, get out my way
Balaga!
Lashin' my whip at horses and peasants
Balaga!
Risking skin and life twenty times a year
For my fine fine gentlemen
Yessir hey ho yessir
Yessir yessir yessir
More than once!
From Tula to Moscow
and back in just one night
More than once!
A narrow escape from a wild
Cossack
fight
More than once!
They’ve beaten me and slapped me with their gloves
More than once!
Made me drunk on champagne, which I love!
Hey Balaga
Ho Balaga
Hey hey ho Balaga
Hey hey Balaga
The famous troika driver
Hey Balaga
Ho Balaga
Hey hey hey Balaga
Hey hey Balaga
The famous troika driver
Who’s that slowpoke we abuse with wild and tipsy shouts
Who knows things that would get you sent straight to
Siberia
If anyone found out
It’s Balaga!
Driving mad at twelve miles an hour
Balaga!
Comin' straight at you
Get out my way, get out my way
Balaga!
Drinking and dancing with my
Ruska Roma
Balaga!
Riding my horses into the ground
For my fine fine gentlemen
Yessir hey ho yessir
Yessir yessir yessir
More than once!
Driven you round with ladies on your laps
More than once!
Taken you places not on any maps
More than once!
Galloped faster than ordinary men would dare
More than once!
Jumped my troika right into the air
And I never ask for rubles
Except maybe once a year
I don’t do this for rubles
I do it cuz I like 'em!
And we like Balaga too!
Whoa…
Whoa…
That’s my song!
Whoa…
Whoa…