Unknown Samba Ole
They saw a swallow building his nest;
I guess they figured he knew best,
So they built a town around him
And they called it Mobile,
(WHERE'S THAT?) Alabama.
They took a swampland, heavy with stream,
They added people with a dream,
And that dream became a heaven
By the name of Mobile.
Pretty soon the town had grown
'Til they had a slide trombone,
And a man who played piano,
And a swallow who sang soprano.
No use your wondrin' where you should go.
It's on the Gulf of Mexico
Where the southern belles are ringin'
And the climate's ideal,
It's a honeysuckle heaven
By the name of Mobile. Yaahhhhhh!
