Mm-mm, I would never normally go bowling
On a Friday morning in New Orleans
But I like to come here to remember
The kind of places you took me
Like the time we stole a Datsun
And drove all night to the Everglades
Until we crashed it in a big electric storm
And stood there listening to the bayou rain
Mm-mm the county sheriff had a hair-lip
Louisiana's pride and joy
He said politely as he cuffed me
"I never busted an English boy
But I will accept a contribution
To the Opelousas's Charity Ball
But you better drive this dirty Datsun
Into the Gulf of Mexico"
Under a Cajun moon, I lay me open
There is a spirit here that won't be broken
Some words are sad to sing
Some leave me tongue-tied
(But the hardest thing to tell you)
The hardest words I know
I love you, goodbye
I love you, goodbye (goodbye)
Typhoon Pierre delayed my plane 'til morning (jusqu'au matin)
Let the bontemps rouler from your accordion (l'accordien)
Under a cajun moon, I lay me open (ya un esprit partout)
There is a spirit here that won't be broken
(Simple words) some words are sad to sing
Some (they) leave you tongue-tied
(But the hardest thing to tell you)
The hardest words I know (my friend)
Is I love you, goodbye (je t'aime, au revoir)
I love you, goodbye (je t'aime, toujours)
I love you, goodbye
Mmm, love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, goodbye
