Me and the boys gonna have a good time
out in the streets we'll be sipping moonshine,
an alligator in a crawfish
stove,
some jambalaya, we's a boat and crew,
they say we're reckless and we got no shame
this party's starting now we're too blind
*** a guitar and a bucket or two
sticks are clicking to a baseline groove
there's people dancing and raising some cane
they're shooting whiskey as their nova came
this town is hopping and the moon is right
Burma streets rocking in the pale moonlight
we get together every Friday night we
loosen up just to have a good time,
come on
when it gets late and the sun goes down Cajun
rhythms rocking through the moonlit haze
in the bayou where accordions play
Louisiana's heartbeat in a zydeco crate
this town is hopping and the moon is right
Burma streets rocking in the pale moonlight
we get together come a Friday night
we loosen up just to have a good time,
come on