Walla Walla

Mrs. Nesbitt had asked us a question

But my answer just didn't land

Then, when Sam raised his hand, said the same thing

The whole room understands

If my life was played out like a movie

You would turn the subtitles on

In my head, I'm convinced that I'm Rumi

In my mind, I'm a savant

But all that comes out is

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Chikky chikky, baby, come on (one, two, three, alright)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Chikky chikky, baby, come on

What's the point having all of these feelings?

If the moment my words hit air

It goes wrong and they all lose their meaning

Maybe next time I won't share

So it starts (so it starts) with a feeling (with a feeling)

'Til it all ('til it all) hits the ceiling (hits the ceiling)

Bubbles up (bubbles up), I'm left reeling

But still the best I got is (I got, I got, I got)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Chikky chikky, baby, come on (one, two, three, alright)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Walla walla, da-ba-de-da (ooh)

Chikky chikky, baby, come on

Walla la, la (la, la, la)

Walla la, la (la, la, la)

Walla la, la (la, la, la)

La, la, la

Walla la, la (la, la, la)

Walla la, la (la, la, la)

Walla la, la (la, la, la)

La, la, la