| Saturday night and the moon is out.
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| I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout,
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| find a two-step partner and a cajun beat,
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| when it lifts me up, I’m gonna find my feet
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| out in the middle of a big dance floor.
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| When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
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| Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian' tonight.
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| And I never have wandered down to New Orleans,
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| never have drifted down a bayou stream.
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| But I heard that music on the radio,
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| and I swore someday I was gonna go:
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| down a highway 10 past Lafayett;
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| there’s a Baton Rouge.
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| and I won’t forget to send you a card with my regrets
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| 'cause I’m never gonna come back home.
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| Saturday night and the moon is out.
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| I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout,
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| find a two-step partner and a cajun beat,
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| when it lifts me up, I’m gonna find my feet
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| out in the middle of a big dance floor.
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| When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
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| Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian' tonight.
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| Hey!
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| They gotta alligator stew and a crawfish pie,
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| a gulf storm blowin' into town tonight.
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| Livin' on the delta it’s quite a show.
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| They got hurricane parties ev’ry time it blows.
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| But here up north it’s a cold, cold rain,
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| and there ain’t no cure for my blues today;
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| except when the paper says
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| Beousoleil is a comin' into town.
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| baby let’s go down.
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| It’s Saturday night and the moon is out.
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| I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout,
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| find a two-step partner and a cajun beat,
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| when it lifts me up, I’m gonna find my feet
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| out in the middle of a big dance floor.
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| When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
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| Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian' tonight.
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| Bring your mama, bring your papa, bring you sister too.
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| They got lots of music and lots of room.
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| When they play you a waltz form a nineteen ten,
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| you’re gonna fell a little bit young again.
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| Well you learn to dance with you rockin' roll,
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| you learn to swing with do-si-do.
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| But you learn to love at the fais do
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| do when you hear a little Jolie Blon.
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| Saturday night and the moon is out.
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| I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout,
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| find a two-step partner and a cajun beat,
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| when it lifts me up, I’m gonna find my feet
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| out in the middle of a big dance floor.
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| When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
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| Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian' tonight.
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| Whoo! |