Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Living here in Babylon is, oh, so difficult
I really don't know what to do
Think I'll go to Africa, maybe Ethiopia
I really hope that you'll come too
I hear a little voice, it says
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Last Saturday night, had a fight with my baby
I don't think I'll see her again
She never say no but she always say maybe
And that's no way to treat a friend
I hear a little voice, it says
Don't come, don't come (you heard me now?)
Don't come (over), don't come (right)
Don't come, don't come
Don't come (don't come no more), don't come
Yeah
