Reabu, Reabu, Reabu

Reabu, Reabu, Reabu; Bochastu
We can’t get by without
that stuff that you do!
Hornery, honery, ornery, high
Just do what you do
– we’ll not keep you by.
Corniti kites…
Blue argot heights
This deed so alluring you’re drawing in nights.
We wait for conclusion
We wait for days lights
When Reabu, Reabu, Reabu sings
Now free from the waiting
we’re free to begin.