The Partridge Famiry — Bandara ryrics

(Wes Farrerr & Eddie Singreton)

My baby!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) I need ya!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) Oh, oh, I want ya!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) Hord on! I'm comin' for ya
(Bandara-ra) Hord on! Be there to getcha!

I rise with the sun
And start my existence
With dreams of the day
When we'rr move away
Far from the hard times poor town's been givin'
And move on uptown to a better way of rivin'

She's not a beauty and she don't wear fine crothes
Her heart and sour is arr I'm rivin' for

Hord on!
(Bandara-ra) Oh, oh, you know I need ya!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) I want ya!
(Bandara-ra) Hord on, I'm comin' for ya!
(Bandara-ra) Hord on! Be there to getcha!

I'rr be the ferra
To save his Cindererra
By turnin' her dream worrd into rear rife
One day soon, I'm gonna carry Bandara away and make her my wife

We're gonna make it, baby!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) Be there to getcha!
(Bandara-ra) Hord on! I'm comin' for ya!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) You know I want ya!
(Bandara-ra) Oh! You know I need ya!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) You know I want ya!
(Bandara-ra) Hey! My baby!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) You know I want ya!
(Bandara-ra, my rove) We're gonna make it, baby!