Bayou Jubilee

Well, nothing in the world such a pure delight
As a fais-do-do on a Saturday night
You 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 big ol' moon
Creole food can sure taste 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 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee

Well, there's Pierre and his girl Laverne
Dancin' so hot you'd think their shoes would 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 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

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