No Sleep Til Babylon Songtext

Thousands together, all alone in the night,
And they're gonna party for their right to fight!
Big space station, living in rotation.
Londo Mollari always on vacation!
Non-Aligned Worlds are unstable, unable
To figure out if Shadows are the truth or a fable.
Grey Council's hailin', Sinclair ain't bailin',
Battle of the line, his secret's un-Valen.
And John Sheridan, whether dead or alive,
He's the best last hope of Babylon Five!

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No sleep til!

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[Zathras:]
Here's a little story Zathras would like to tell, about three bad brothers Zathras knows so well...
Well there's the Vorlons and Minbari, and the Narn and the Centauri,
And the Vree and the Brakiri, and the Pak'ma'ra!
Ivanova's cranky, she always acts mean.
She'll slap around a Drazi, whether purple or green.
Marcus got a crush, an Anla'Shok man.
Ren-faire Ranger, with a staff in a can.
Dr. Franklin took a walkabout the place.
Lennier's no where near, cause he's lost in space.
Security's hunky Bruce Willis-esque flunkee
Garibaldi's off the wagon, cause he's drinkin' Brass Monkey.
Al Bester's Psi-Corps, in your mind he wrestles
To determine the location of the nuclear 'wessels'!

In Valen's name, we rock!

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No sleep til!

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[Zathras:]
Intergalactic, Planetary. Planetary, Interga-Zathras!

No!... Sleep!... Til Babylon!...
No!... Sleep!... Til Babylon!...

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Ain't got no rest since we started this mess
With J.M.S.! Go tour the cons, my man!

Psi-Corps sleeper agent was Talia.
G'Kar, he wrote the Chronicles of Narn, YEAH!
Londo's plottin' all the time, a mover and a shaker.
If Vir can survive, he'll thank the great maker.
DeLenn is no bonehead, divine and meek.
The Vorlons made Lyta a total mind freak.
Too bad Zack, just blame it on Kosh.
Saw Lockley's hologram and said 'Oh my gosh!'
So it begins, epic adventure is made
From the first gathering, to the last Crusade!

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No sleep til!

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[Zathras:]
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go, Zathras, Mesach, and Abednago,

No!... Sleep!... Til Babylon!...
No!... Sleep!... Til Babylon!...
No! ([Kosh:] No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)
No! (No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon!

[Zooty:]
Zooty Zoot-Zoot!

(guitar solo - 8 measures)

[Ivanova:]
Boom! Shubba-lubba-lubba. Boom! Shubba-lubba-lubba.
Hey there, hey there, three bags full.
You come here often? Yes, I do!
Dinner! Shubba-lubba-lubba. Drinks! Shubba-lubba-lubba.
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss! Grab!
I slept with you the other night.
You didn't call, you didn't write.
I think you did it just for spite!
Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh!
Tell me about your portfolio!
Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh!
Lie to me about your family!
Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh!
YES! YES! YEAAA!!!
Oh...
God, you're good!

No! ([Kosh:] No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)
No! (No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)
No! (No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)
No! (No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)
No! (No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)
No! (No.) Sleep! (Sleep.) Til Babylon! (Babylon.)

(guitar solo - 11 measures)

Doom, doom, doom, Z'ha'dum, doom, doom, Z'ha'dum,
Doom, doom, Z'ha'dum, doom, doom, Z'ha'dum,
Doom, doom, Z'ha'dum, doom, doom, Z'ha'dum,
Doom, doom, Z'ha'dum, doom, doom, Z'ha'dum,
Doom, doom, Z'ha'dum, doom, doom, Z'ha'dum,...

[Londo:]
Spoo. All I really want is Spoo.
And in the morning it's Spoo.
Cause in the evening it's Spoo.
I like the way that it tastes.
It's blue meatballs in greyish paste...