Mrs. Nesbitt had asked us a question But my answer just didn't land Then when Sam raised his hand said the same thing The whole room understands If my life was played out like a movie You would turn the subtitles on In my head I'm convinced that I'm Rumi In my mind I'm a savant But all that comes out is Walla walla dabadida Ooh Walla walla dabadida Yeah yeah yeah yeah Walla walla dabadida Ooh Chikky chikky baby, come on Walla walla dabadida Ooh Walla walla dabadida Yeah yeah yeah yeah Walla walla dabadida Ooh Chikky chikky baby, come on What's the point having all of these feelings If the moment my words hit air It goes wrong and they all lose their meaning Maybe next time I won't share So it starts With a feeling Till it all Hits the ceiling Bubbles up I'm left reeling But still the best I got is Walla walla dabadida Ooh Walla walla dabadida Yeah yeah yeah yeah Walla walla dabadida Ooh Chikky chikky baby, come on Walla walla dabadida Ooh Walla walla dabadida Yeah yeah yeah yeah Walla walla dabadida Ooh Chikky chikky baby, come on Walla la la Walla la la Walla la la La la la Walla la la Walla la la Walla la la La la la