| Every now and then when the moon don’t glow
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| All us lightning bugs, we put on a show
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| Rear end flashin' to the beat, we know
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| We’re zippin' to the zydeco
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| Gotta sing along, gonna clap your hands
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| When you hear the music of a Cajun band
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| Can’t help but love it and call me, yeah
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| When you’re zippin' to the zydeco
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| Lord, have mercy
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| I can’t control my feet
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| So good it hurts me
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| It sounds so sweet
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| So me and my relations flyin' high and low
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| Every tremble makin' where the music go
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| By the time we hit the corner
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| Everyone will know, zippin' to the zydeco
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| Yeah, you’re right
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| Ooh, you’re lookin' good, boo
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| Everybody, pick up your trumpet
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| If you ain’t got one follow along, y’all look here;
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| Lord, have mercy
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| I can’t control my feet
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| You know I like when the trumpet hurts me
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| It still me, yeah, you’re right
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| Every now and then when the moon don’t glow
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| All us lightning bugs, we put on a show
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| Tushes are a-flashin' to the beat, we know
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| We’re zippin' to the zydeco
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| Zippin' to the zydeco, uh, huh
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| Zippin' to the zydeco, oh yeah
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| Come on
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| There ain’t nothing
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| Which I prefer
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| Aww, look at you |