I'll be your Baba Papa I'll be you Baba Papa I'd be your table and chair Phillipe Starke and Bill Amberg 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'd never be drained or misled I saw your dreams and infatuated With this freedom You say the words 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