Music: Deborah Dawson/Alida Garpestad Peck/Kevin Hickey/Emily Warren Schwartz
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-ooh-ooh
Walla walla da ba de da
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Walla walla da ba de da
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Chikky chikky baby, come on
Walla walla da ba de da
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Walla walla da ba de da
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Walla walla da ba de da
Ooh-ooh-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)
Till it all (till 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-ooh-ooh
Walla walla da ba de da
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Walla walla da ba de da
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Chikky chikky baby, come on
Walla walla da ba de da
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Walla walla da ba de da
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Walla walla da ba de da
Ooh-ooh-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