"Bayou Jubilee" (J. Hanna)

Nothing in this world's such a pure delight
As a fais-do-do on a Saturday night
Work your tail off all week long
But forget about your troubles with a party and a song

Boy I love them old time tunes
They can tickle your senses like a yellow moon
Creole food sure taste fine
When you wash it on down with that homemade wine

Get out the fiddle, resin up the bow
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby dance till three
Down at the bayou jubilee
Grab your baby dance till three
Down at the bayou jubilee

There's Pierre and his girl Laverne
Dancing so hot you'd think their shoes would burn
Grandma's in the corner shaking it too
She's got her own version of the Cajun boog-a-loo

Get out the fiddle, resin up the bow
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby dance till three
Down at the bayou jubilee
Grab your baby dance till three
Down at the bayou jubilee
Why don't you grab your baby dance till three
Down at the bayou jubilee