Nothing in this world such a pure delight

As a fais-do-do 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 those old time tunes

They can tickle your senses like a Cajun moon

Creole food sure tastes fine

When you wash it on down with that homemade wine



CHORUS:



Get out the fiddle rosin up the bow

There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow

Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee

Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee



There's Pierre and his girl Laverne

Dancin' so hot you'd think their shoes were burning

Grandma's in the corner shakin' it too

She's got her own version of a Cajun boogaloo  (repeat chorus)