I Left My Baby in Budapest

Girl, I gotta get something off my chest I ain't giving you nothing but the best Girl, you know this ain't a test I Left My Baby in Budapest Now you gotta bring it back to me Bring it way back from Hungary You ride your horse between the land and sea Then you speak your first decree Girl, I gotta get something off my chest I ain't giving you nothing but the best Girl, you know this ain't a test I Left My Baby in Budapest The captain of the single table Throws his horse back in the stable Then he goes back in, completes the fable Said he never needed no label Then they said to him, you should be king Sing a final song, that we all could sing Before he could take his bow, he said he didn't know how He said he needs to get something of his chest If he was king he wouldn't be the best If he didn't ask for this simple test You need to get his baby back from Budapest