I'd be your Baba Papa   I'd be your Baba Papa   If you'd be a Baba Papa to me      I'd be your table and chair   Philippe Starck or Bill Umblair   If you'd be a Baba Papa to me      And I'd be your angel   Ride you until you're warmer   Be your cradle   Swing you until you fall      I'd be your son and your heir   Destitute but debonair   Though ill advised and ill in debt   I'll never be drained or misled      I stole your dreams and   Infatuated with this freedom   Say the word and I could be them      And I'd be your angel   Ride you until you're warmer   Be your cradle   Swing you until you're tired out      Just say the word and I could be them   Take your pick and I could be her   Infatuated with this freedom   Say the word and I could be them