My baby always says it
My baby should know
She's pretty sure of me
Pack up your ribbons
Get out your pearls
And go along with me
I'll see you there
'Cause everybody says it
Everybody knows
They're pretty sure of it
All my hopes and dreams
Are hanging in the air
I'll see you there
Where the dark clouds meet
I'll meet you there
Where our hearts can beat
Ah, won't you tell me
What it is to be free?
Show me, oh,
Just let me know
Just let me know.
Here come the deli babies.
Here come the deli deli deli babies.
D-deli babies.
The deli babies.
