Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come Living here in Babylos is oh so dificult 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 ... Last saturday night, had a fight with my baby I don't think I'll see her again She never say no She always say maybe And that'sno way to treat a friend ( I hear a little voice, it says...) Don't come, don't come, don't come.