Babalu

The wake is starting
That we do for Babalu
Give me seventeen candles
To put them in a cross
Give me a cigar, buddy
And a little jar of moonshine
Give me some money, buddy
So luck comes to me
I want to ask
That my lover loves me
Oh, buddy
That he has money
And doesn't die
I want to ask, to Babalu
A very holy black man
Like you
Who doesn't have another lover
And doesn't die