Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balaga, artist - The Great Comet Original Cast. Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
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 on to 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 with my Ruska Roma |
| 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… |
| That’s my song! |
| Whoa… |
| Whoa… |