Ah,
free old gal, how you love your bacchanal
Ah, you see them free old gal,
boy they love their bacchanal
I mean they move their hips in a funny way,
dance all night and sleep all day
Then they start a polishing,
lordy lord how they love romancing
When you see them on the street,
they got rhythm in their feet
Yes,
they are born creole,
got their rhythm in their soul
When they move their hips in a funny way,
dance all night and sleep all day
Then they start a polishing,
lordy lord how they love romancing
Ba ba ba dee lo de do,
bum dee dee bum dee dee bum dee dee ***
Ba ba ba dee dee dee dee dee bum bum ba ba dee
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee ba ba dee ba ba
Ba ba ba dee ba ba la,
ba ba ba dee ba ba la,
ba ba ba dee ba ba dee dee ba ba dee
dee dee ba ba dee dee bum bum wale
Some punk we all call danse,
he call doop and beat
He call fete tune,
bunda libe twa baila
When she move them hips in a funny way,
dance all night and sleep all day
Then she start a polishing,
lordy lord how she love romancing
When you see Miss Dorothy,
what a personality Yes,
she is super fine,
all the quelvos fall in line
When she move them hips in a funny way,
dance all night and sleep all day
Then she start a polishing,
lordy lord how she love romancing