| Well, nothing in the world such a pure delight
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| As a fais-do-do on a Saturday night
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| You work your tail off all week long
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| But forget about your troubles with a party and a song
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| Boy, I love them old time tunes
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| They can tickle your senses like a big ol' moon
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| Creole food can sure taste fine
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| When you wash it on down with that homemade wine
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| Get out the fiddle, rosin up the bow
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| There’s gonna be some music and I hope it ain’t slow
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| Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
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| Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
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| Well, there’s Pierre and his girl Laverne
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| Dancin' so hot you’d think their shoes would burn
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| Grandma’s in the corner shakin' it too
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| She’s got her own version of a Cajun boogaloo
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| Get out the fiddle, rosin up the bow
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| There’s gonna be some music and I hope it ain’t slow
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| Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
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| Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
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| Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou
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| Down at the Bayou, down at the Bayou Jubilee |