Nothing in this world such a pure delightAs a fatal dole on a Saturday nightWork your tail off all week longBut forget about your troubles with a party and a songBoy, I love them old-time tunesThey can tickle your senses like a yellow moonCreole food sure tastes fineWhen you wash it on down with that homemade wineGet out the fiddle, rosin' up the bowlThere's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow*** your baby, dance till threeDown at the bayou, she won't leave*** your baby, dance till threeDown at the bayou, she won't leaveThere's Pierre and his girl a-burnin'Dancin' so hot you'd think they're shoesThat burnGrandma's in the corner, shakin' it tooShe's got her own version of a Cajun boogalooGet out the fiddle, rosin' up the bowlThere's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow*** your baby, dance till threeDown at the bayou, she won't leave*** your baby, dance till threeDown at the bayou, she won't leaveWhy don't you *** your baby, dance till threeDown at the bayou jubilee