Bon Ton Roula

You see me there, well I ain't no fool
I'm one smart Frenchman, never been to school
Gonna get somewhere in a Creole town
Just stop and let me show you your way around
You let the bon temps rouler
You let the muley foolay
Now don't you be no foolay
You let the bon temps rouler
I got a Creole gal, she's one fine dish
But she's got ways like the old crawfish
She don't do nothin' but raise sand all night
But when it comes to lovin' she's a-much alright
We let the bon temps rouler
We let the muley foolay
Now don't you be no foolay
We let the bon temps rouler
You want to have yourself some real fine fun
Go down in Louisiana and you get you one
You'll find 'em cuttin' cane all down the line
I've got a cotton picker, she's really fine
We let the bon temps rouler
We let the muley foolay
Now don't you be no foolay
We 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 fun now, you got to go
Way out in the country to the Zydeco
And let the bon temps rouler
And let the muley foolay
Now don't you be no foolay
You let the bon temps rouler