Baby Hobo

It's late at nightI'm standing in a corridor

I see a little baby hobo.

He's got little baby hobo hands

He says get in the back and in a flash, we're speeding down the avenue

And the little baby hobo calls me . . . Babalu

But my name is Jehosephat

It's like a dream, but real somehow

Tell me doctor, was that baby hobo me?

It's the crack of dawnsomeone's left the griddle on

Baby hobo spills his flapjacks in my lap

Gives me a dirty look and then throws me a mousetrap

He's licking the syrup up off my shoes

And spins on the floor like Jinjo Crew

And still he whispers . . . Babalu

It's like a dream, but real somehow

Tell me doctor, was that baby hobo me?

Baby hobo sits down to play a jaunty tune

No one seems to know the wordsnot even little baby hobo

But I can feel it, I can hear it

It's a love song to Babalu

It's like a dream, but real somehow

Tell me doctor, was that baby hobo me?