"Weird Al" Yankovic:Ricky

R: Hey, Lucy, I'm home!

L: Oh, Ricky, you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind -- hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky!
R: Oh, Lucy, you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind -- hey, Lucy! Hey, Lucy!
L: Oh Ricky, you're so fine, you play your bongos all the time -- hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky!
R: Oh Lucy, you're so fine, how I love to hear you whine -- hey, Lucy! Hey, Lucy!

L: Hey, Ricky, you always play your conga drums, you think you got the right.
L: You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night.
L: Stop shakin' your maracas now and just turn out the light, Ricky!

R: I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here,
R: 'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer.
R: Why don't you serve your casserole and make them disappear, Lucy?

L: Oh, Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do? You really drive me wild when you sing your babaloo.
R: Oh, Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue? Well, here's to you, Lucy.
R: I love you, too, Lucy, too, Lucy, let's babaloo, Lucy.

L: Hey, Ricky, you're always playin' at the club, you never let me go.
L: I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' but you always tell me no.
L: Oh, please, honey, please, let me be in your show, Ricky, wah!

R: You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes, too.
R: You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through.
R: You're such a crazy redhead, I just don't know what to do, Lucy.

L: Oh, Ricky, what a pity, don't you understand that every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned?
R: Oh, Lucy, I'm the latin leader of the band, so here's to you, Lucy.
R: Let's babaloo, Lucy, too, Lucy. Everybody rumba!