Bulichi
There's an old man down the road, we call him Mr. Bulichi,
From dawn till dusk, he's shouting out his favorite word, you see.
"Bulichi" in the morning, as the sun begins to rise,
"Bulichi" when he's shaving, got foam all in his eyes.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
When the rooster crows, it's "Bulichi," and he's feeling spry,
When his coffee's cold, it's "Bulichi" with a sigh.
Neighbors pass, they wave and laugh, knowing what's in store,
"Bulichi" when he's happy, "Bulichi" when he's sore.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
When he's swatting flies, it's "Bulichi," in a grumpy tone,
When his pie is perfect, it's "Bulichi" with a happy groan.
Kids steal his hat, he'll chase them down, shouting "Bulichi" all the way,
And when he's caught, he'll laugh out loud, Bulichi, making everyone's day.
Time has a way of changing things, but our mischief never fades,
Through every prank and jest, our bond has never swayed.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
Kids gather 'round to hear the sound, they mimic and they play,
"Bulichi" in their giggles, as they run and shout hooray.
Even when he's sleeping, you'll hear a soft refrain,
A gentle, sleepy "Bulichi" dancing through his brain.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
So if you're ever in our town, and hear that funny word,
It's Mr. Bulichi with his "Bulichi," the best you've ever heard.
Bulichi in the morning, Bulichi late at night,
With Mr. Bulichi's Bulichi, everything's alright.
From dawn till dusk, he's shouting out his favorite word, you see.
"Bulichi" in the morning, as the sun begins to rise,
"Bulichi" when he's shaving, got foam all in his eyes.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
When the rooster crows, it's "Bulichi," and he's feeling spry,
When his coffee's cold, it's "Bulichi" with a sigh.
Neighbors pass, they wave and laugh, knowing what's in store,
"Bulichi" when he's happy, "Bulichi" when he's sore.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
When he's swatting flies, it's "Bulichi," in a grumpy tone,
When his pie is perfect, it's "Bulichi" with a happy groan.
Kids steal his hat, he'll chase them down, shouting "Bulichi" all the way,
And when he's caught, he'll laugh out loud, Bulichi, making everyone's day.
Time has a way of changing things, but our mischief never fades,
Through every prank and jest, our bond has never swayed.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
Kids gather 'round to hear the sound, they mimic and they play,
"Bulichi" in their giggles, as they run and shout hooray.
Even when he's sleeping, you'll hear a soft refrain,
A gentle, sleepy "Bulichi" dancing through his brain.
Bulichi, Bulichi, it's the word he loves to say,
Bulichi, Bulichi, from early morn' till end of day.
Happy or mad, you'll know the mood he's in,
Just listen to his Bulichi, and you'll hear it in his grin.
So if you're ever in our town, and hear that funny word,
It's Mr. Bulichi with his "Bulichi," the best you've ever heard.
Bulichi in the morning, Bulichi late at night,
With Mr. Bulichi's Bulichi, everything's alright.
Credits
Writer(s): Exzur Peralta
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