Bidi Bidi Bom Bom - Composition and Lyric Content

Composition and Lyric Content

"Bidi bidi bom bom" is an uptempo roots reggae song mixed with Colombia cumbia music, which draws influences from rock fusion, Latin rock and Caribbean reggae. With 90 beats per minute, the original version is set in common time and written in the key of F major; the remixed version from Dreaming of You (1995) is written in C major. "Bidi bidi bom bom" incorporates music from several musical instruments, including the drums, violin and keyboards. Selena sings with a soprano voice, spanning two octaves. The song's chorus has a basic chord progression C–F♯–G7. The song's lyrics describe a woman who is interested in a guy. Her heart would palpitate ("Bidi bidi bom bom") every time he walks near her. The feelings inside her begin to be a bit too much for her, and emotionally she cannot control it. Her knees and her heart begin to tremble, when she hears his voice. The song ends with the woman saying, "When I hear this song, my heart wants to sing like this".

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