P. Barrere, M. Kibbee, B. Wray

Met a ragin' cajun
Down in Louisiana
In her high button shoes
And her flowered dress
Said her name was Hannah
She said do you know
We do it to and fro
Backwards and forwards
It's all the same
Just like ya say my name
And then she shake it
I can't mistake it
The way she moves ya know,
It's pure poetry
Now she's shakin' for me
Allons danser, petit cherie
Come on, come on, come on
Wan't you dance for me
Oh yeah
We do the cajun rage (what you call it?)
Doin' the cajun rage (yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage (what you say?)
Doin' the cajun rage (whoa, yeah)
Couchez fandango, that the king 'a' tango
Called the cajun rage
Now the cajun rage
And it's incantations
Gone from town to town, state to state
Right across the nation
Ya jus' take the moves
Ya get from Rhythm and blues
Ya put yer one foot down
Back the bottom around
To that crazy sound
It get you shakin
Keeps ya achin'
When ya doin' it right it's pure poetry
So do it for me
Allons danser, petit cherie
Come on, come on, come on
Wan't you dance for me
We do the cajun rage (what you call it?)
Doin' the cajun rage (yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage (what you say?)
Doin' the cajun rage (whoa, yeah)
Put yer belly in the rhumba
That's a kind 'a' samba
Called the cajun rage
No heel and toe
No do se do
Now the two-step craze has turned the page
With that new old dance called the cajun rage
Now I'm way outta line
And I feel so fine, so fine
She said ya can't do that
In your cowboy hat
Put the hoe down, honey
Let's cut the chat, oh yeah, oh yeah
We do the cajun rage (what you call it?)
Doin' the cajun rage (yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage (what you say?)
Doin' the cajun rage (whoa, yeah)
We do the cajun rage (what you call it?)
Doin' the cajun rage (yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage (what you say?)
Doin' the cajun rage (whoa, yeah)
Couchez fandango, dat's the kinda tango
Withyer belly in the rhumba
That's a kind 'a' samba
Lotta hip shakin', boppin',
That's the kinda rockin'
With the nude lambatta, ya know that's gotta
Be the cajun rage