Oubahou

I see everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I hear everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I know everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I understand everything
Oubahoubahoubahou

I’m the doorman at 33 Acacia Street
The star of the gossip queens
Gotta say it’s me
When I deliver the mail
I do my rock 'n' roll
And I go down the stairs like it’s a music hall
My upstairs neighbor, he’s a talent agent
He’d lose his mind
When I bring out my feather duster
He wants to make me sing
But that’s no reason
Not to wipe his feet on the welcome mat

I see everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I hear everything
Oubahoubahoubahou

At 33 Acacia Street
The star, the little diva
Gotta say it’s me
My mic, my sound system
It’s the vacuum cleaner
On the sixth floor, Mr. Jo
He’s a producer
He tells me every day
That I’ve got the vibe
And that dusting
Keeps me in shape
But when he goes home with a girl on his arm
I know it’s not always about signing a deal

I see everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I hear everything
Oubahoubahoubahou

At 33 Acacia Street
The most “in,” the one who swings
Well, it’s still me
On the third floor, Mr. BENNET, the director
He says I’ve got legs way better than Marlene’s
He wants to cast me
In front of his camera
He says I have beautiful eyes
Especially when I’m not cross-eyed
But as my husband says
There’s something off
Everything that can spin
Is just the mayonnaise

I see everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I hear everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I know everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I understand everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I see everything
Oubahoubahoubahou
I hear everything
Oubahoubahoubahou