Dave Guard



Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!) ( Once again!)(Repeat)



Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail?

For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail.



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I didn't mean to be fightin' and bringin' you all of this shame,

But the tongue of Jonathan Brighton was scandalizin' your name.



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This Banua jail is cold and damp. The rats, they cover the floor.

Just ten and three will set me free and I'll be yours forever more. (Soft!)



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Banua!