Bidee-Bodee,

Bidee-Beaux

Thomas Fischer

Last night I took a trip

Way down below

I heard the people sayin’

Bidee Bodee, Bidee Beaux

Everybody dancing

In the pale moons glow

As everybody chanted

Bidee Bodee, Bidee Beaux

Lost my love Belinda

Half a month ago

Nothing else to do

Nowhere else to go

I stopped at the speakeasy

Down on Fifth Row

Came in through the backway

So no one else would know

Got myself a sazerac

Next a Mojito

And the madman on piano

Was bangin’ up a show

That's when this fella came to me

Creeping up real slow

Lighting up a J&R

Dressed in black head to toe

I told that man about my Bel

If he could help me, make it so

So he pulled me in and whispered

Biddee Bodee, Biddee Beaux

My body started shaking

My mind began to go

The man was grinning mad

And his eyes began to glow

Next I know we’re walking

Where the willows grow

Headstones lay at every angle

Scattered to and fro

He makes his way to Bel

Begins to whisper low

All the time the willows sing

Bidee Bodee, Bidee Beaux

I see the dirt a stirrin’

I hear the whispers slow

The man stands up and says

“Its time to start the show”

The graves start to open

The wind starts to blow

Soon enough the dead have risen

People that I know

I see my Uncle Carl

I see my old friend, Joe

My favorite little flatmate

Miss Margaret Anne Moe

And then I see Belinda

And I try to say hello

But the only thing that comes out, is

Bidee Bodee, Bidee Beaux

We have a good laugh

Because we both know

Words aren't needed

When true love is shown

I hold her hand tightly

WIsh to never let go

And we all danced together again

And sung Bidee Bodee, Bidee Beaux