Oombada
When he was a little boy, playing with his toys
He didn't have too much to say
But he knew one word, and although it was a little absurd
He would use it for everything
Oombada, Oombada
Oombada was all he'd say
Oombada, Oombada
Oombada for everything
A little bit older know, and he has learned how
To talk in different ways
His words are more refined, but there are still sometimes
I swear I miss those simple days
Oombada, Oombada
Oombada was all he'd say
Oombada, Oombada
Oombada for everything
Autor(es): Jeffrey Howell