Nothing in this world such a pure delight
As a fatal dole on a Saturday night
Work your tail off all week long
But forget about your troubles with a party and a song
Boy, I love them old-time tunes
They can tickle your senses like a yellow moon
Creole food sure tastes fine
When you wash it on down with that homemade wine
Get out the fiddle, rosin' up the bowl
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby, dance till three
Down at the bayou, she won't leave
Grab your baby, dance till three
Down at the bayou, she won't leave
There's Pierre and his girl a-burnin'
Dancin' so hot you'd think they're shoes
That burn
Grandma's in the corner, shakin' it too
She's got her own version of a Cajun boogaloo
Get out the fiddle, rosin' up the bowl
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby, dance till three
Down at the bayou, she won't leave
Grab your baby, dance till three
Down at the bayou, she won't leave
Why don't you grab your baby, dance till three
Down at the bayou jubilee