Lyric Part of the Furniture

Thanks to James Peach for this.
I ll be your Baba Papa
I ll be your Baba Papa
If you ll be a Baba Papa to me
I d be your table and chair
Philippe Starck or Bill Amberg
If you d be a Baba Papa to me
And I d be your angel
Ride you until you re warmer
Be your cradle
Swing you until you fall
I d be your son and your heir
Destitute but debonair
Though ill advised and ill in debt
I d never be drained or misled
I saw your dreams and infatuated
With this freedom
You say the words and I could be them
And I d be your angel
Ride you until you re warmer
Be your cradle
Swing you until you re tired out
[Chorus is the same as the first time but at the end (High pitched
bit) it goes:]

Swing you until your tired ouuuuuuuuuuutttttttttt.