| So long, Jean, got a little show, thanks for the Bordeaux
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| I got to go, push my pirough way down the bayou
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| They got a band up on the stand and a beautiful light show
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| Au revoir, Jean, dig the show from up on the plateau
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| In my pirough, with my Bordeaux, out on the bayou
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| Creeping along, singing a song, c’est, c’est bon, bon
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| Playing the music on my acoustic Spanish guitaro
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| Having a duet with my coquette out on the bayou
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| It’s growing night, we’ve got no lights out on the bayou
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| Beautiful trip, think we’ll sip some of my Bordeaux
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| Two more miles going wild to play my acoustic
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| See them stand to clap their hands to hear my music
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| One more mile, we rested awhile and sipped on some Bordeaux
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| While we’s grooving, a fog was moving in on the bayou
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| On my knee, just couldn’t see the front of my pirough
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| We didn’t mind, we just reclined and sipped some more Bordeaux
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| Ay-ay, Jean, I missed the show up on the plateau
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| Si vous plait, push my pirough back up the bayou
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| No see the band, no see the stand, no see the light show
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| Ahh, Jean, we had a show out on the bayou |