fais-do-do.

and cotton tails.

et toi, look here now.

Ca c'est bon.

ay bitch!

Ca c'est bon.

Mon cher,

Laisser les bons temps rouler.

You see me there well I ain't no fool
I'm one smart Frenchman never been to school
If you wanna have some fun in a Creole town
Stop and let me show you your way around

You let the bon temps rouler
You let the muley boolay
Now don't you be no foolay
You let the bon ton rouler.

I've got a Creole girl well she's one fine dish
But she's got ways like a mean crawfish
She don't do nothing but raise sand all night
But when it comes to loving she's a much all right.

She let the bon temps rouler
She let the muley boolay
Now don't you be no foolay
You let the bon temps rouler.

You wanna have yourself some real fine fun
Go down in Louisiana and get you one
You find Oem cutting cane all down the line
I've got a cotton picker she's a mighty fine.

She do the bon temps rouler
She let the muley boolay
Now don't you be no foolay
You let the bon temps rouler.

At the church bazaar or the baseball game
At the French la la, it's all the same
You wanna have some fun well you gotta go
Way out in the country to the zydeco.

You let the bon temps rouler
You let the muley boolay
Now don't you be no foolay
You let the bon ton rouler. 

the poor man's two step 

y'all heard
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