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! 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 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 cuz I like 'em! And we like Balaga too! Whoa... Whoa...