Ricky: Hey Lucy, I’m home
Lucy: Oh Ricky, you’re so fine
Lucy: You’re so fine you blow my mind
Lucy: Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Ricky: Oh Lucy, you’re so fine
Ricky: You’re so fine you blow my mind
Ricky: Hey Lucy, hey Lucy
Lucy: Oh Ricky, you’re so fine
Lucy: You play your bongos all the time
Lucy: Hey Ricky, hey Ricky
Ricky: Oh Lucy, you’re so fine
Ricky: How I love to hear you whine
Ricky: Hey Lucy
Lucy: Hey Ricky
Lucy: You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right
Lucy: You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night
Lucy: Stop shakin’ your maraccas now and just turn out the light Ricky
Ricky: I’m sick of Fred and Ethel always comin’ over here
Ricky: ‘Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer
Ricky: Why don’t you serve your cassarole and make them disappear Lucy
Lucy: Oh Ricky, what’s a girl like me supposed to do
Lucy: You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo
Ricky: Oh Lucy, you’re so dizzy, don’t you have a clue
Ricky: Well, here’s to you Lucy
Ricky: I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let’s babaloo Lucy
Lucy: Hey Ricky
Lucy: You’re always playin’ at the club, you never let me go
Lucy: I’m beggin’ and I’m pleadin’ but you always tell me no
Lucy: Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky, wah
Ricky: You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too
Ricky: You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through
Ricky: You’re such a crazy redhead I just don’t know what to do Lucy
Lucy: Oh Ricky
Lucy: What a pity, don’t you understand
Lucy: That every day’s a rerun and the laughter’s always canned
Ricky: Oh Lucy
Ricky: I’m the latin leader of the band
Ricky: So here’s to you Lucy
Ricky: Let’s babaloo Lucy, too Lucy
Ricky: Everybody rumba!
Ricky: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha