Ooh my little city was pretty tough   When it was the kingdom called Babylona   Ooh, I made a golden god - and told the mob   Got to come and bow before my persona   Everybody dropped, givin' up   Such a pretty sight, they are were givin' up    All the town, 'cept three Isrealites   Why, why, why, why, why?! Whoa!   Ba-ba-ba-babylona   Called the little jokers up- said Bring 'em up   Close enough to look in my fire's aroma!   Hebrew children, listen to me, you're dissin' me   Come and bow or simmer like Roce-a-rona!   Never gonna drop, they said We're not    Such important guys, but God will get us out!   Told the guards, Throw them in the fire!   Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye! Whoa!   Ba-ba-ba-babylona   Ba-ba-ba-babylona   Said to throw them into the rotisserie   Sizzlin' like a platter of fried bologna   Kids you're just a recipe, so rest in peace!   But they didn't burst into flames and die- why? Don't knowa   Never would have thought they'd live at all   Such a burnin' fire- I saw them with their God   Called them out- Bow they're friends of mine   My, my, my, my, my! Whoa!