作词 : Harold Rome, And Chorus I don't recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what I remember: The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer He never paid no income taxes The big shot of the Babylon-Jerusalem Axis Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel U-oo-pharsin The King of Babylon, Belshazzer The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer Sittin' with his wives and concubines A-shovin' in fried chicken and impor-orted wines Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer He never paid no income taxes The Bigshot of the Babylon-Jerusalem Axis Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin (Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing I don't remember. But when the King saw it...) The King grew cold Where he was sittin' The finger wrote, and havin' written It vanished slowly overhead And this is what the writng of the Go-ood Lord said, Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin The King grew cold where he was sittin' The Finger wrote and having written It vanished slowly overhead And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin
作词 : Harold Rome, And Chorus I don't recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what I remember: The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer He never paid no income taxes The big shot of the Babylon-Jerusalem Axis Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel U-oo-pharsin The King of Babylon, Belshazzer The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer Sittin' with his wives and concubines A-shovin' in fried chicken and impor-orted wines Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer He never paid no income taxes The Bigshot of the Babylon-Jerusalem Axis Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin (Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing I don't remember. But when the King saw it...) The King grew cold Where he was sittin' The finger wrote, and havin' written It vanished slowly overhead And this is what the writng of the Go-ood Lord said, Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin The King grew cold where he was sittin' The Finger wrote and having written It vanished slowly overhead And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel Mene, mene, tekel You-oo-pharsin