“Bayou Zydeco Two-Step”
(Intro)
Accordion cryin’, washboard loud,
Come on cher, join the crowd!
(Verse 1)
Down in the bayou on a Friday night,
Lanterns glowin’ in the cypress light,
Boots on the floor and the band wound tight,
Everybody ready for a zydeco fight.
Grandma clappin’, papa yellin’ “Hey!”,
Kids run wild while the band plays,
Fiddle, accordion, rubboard too,
Whole dang town gonna two-step through.
(Chorus)
Hey hey, let the zydeco roll,
Feel that rhythm in your Cajun soul,
Stomp your boots and spin your girl around,
Make that old dancehall shake the ground.
Hey hey, let the good times flow,
Laissez les bon temps rouler in the zydeco,
If you hear that squeeze box start to play—
You gonna dance till the break of day.
(Verse 2)
Hot crawfish boil on a wooden table,
Cold beer stackin’ if you’re able,
Old man Joe with the washboard beat,
Got the whole crowd movin’ their feet.
Moonlight shining on the muddy bayou,
Somebody shoutin’ “Cher, I love you!”,
Laughter ringin’ through the night air slow,
That’s the sound of a zydeco show.
(Chorus)
Hey hey, let the zydeco roll,
Feel that rhythm in your Cajun soul,
Stomp your boots and spin your girl around,
Make that old dancehall shake the ground.
Hey hey, let the good times flow,
Laissez les bon temps rouler in the zydeco,
If you hear that squeeze box start to play—
You gonna dance till the break of day.
(Bridge)
Accordion squeezin’, rubboard scrape,
Fiddle cuttin’ like a gator in the lake,
Band play louder, don’t go slow—
Turn it up for the bayou zydeco!
(Final Chorus)
Hey hey, let the zydeco roll,
Got that swamp fire in your soul,
Spin that girl ‘til the stars all glow,
That’s how we do it in the zydeco.
Hey hey, shout it loud and clear—
Cajun music everybody hear!
When the band hits one last note—
We’ll be dancin’ down the bayou road
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