Lyrics

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 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 till three down at the Bayou Jubilee Grab your baby dance till 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) --- [Instrumental]