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 onto their seats? It's Balaga! Driving mad at twelve miles an hour! Balaga! Coming straight at you Get out my way, get out my way! Balaga! Lashing 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! Coming straight at you Get out my way, get out my way! Balaga! Drinking and dancing at Gypsy orgies! 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 'cause I like 'em! And we like Balaga too! Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa