Bon Temps Rouler

Lyrics
Well, you see me there, I ain't no fool I'm one smart Frenchman, never been to school If you want to get somewhere in a Creole town You start to let me show you your way around You let the bons temps roluer You let the mulet puller Now don't you be no fool, eh You let the bons temps roluer I got a Creole gal, she's one fine dish Well, she's got ways like the old crawfish She don't do nothing but wait 'till Saturday night But when it comes to lovin', she's all right She let the bons temps roluer She let the mulet puller Now don't you be no fool, eh You let the bons temps roluer Well, if you want to have yourself some real fine fun Go down to Louisiana and you get you one You'll find them cutting cane all down the line I've got a cotton picker, she's really fine You let the bons temps roluer You let the mulet puller Now don't you be no fool, eh You let the bons temps roluer At the church bazaar or the baseball game At the French la-la, it's all the same If you want to have fun now, you got to go Way out into the country to the Zydeco You let the bons temps roluer Now don't you be no fool, eh You let the mulet puller You let the bons temps roluer
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Credits
- Writers
- Clarence Garlow