Shrimp Boots

My Cajun baby's got a smile That never fails to drive me wild She's got her own kind of style Turns every head for a country mile But I've never seen her look as cute As she does when she's got nothing On But her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit, y'all She grew up on Bayou Manchac Sells them crawfish by the forty Pound sack She loves a home-made sazerac If I line 'em up she'll knock 'em back She struts her stuff when she hears Wayne Toups. Dancing in the living Room wearing nothing But her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit, y'all No heels, no pearls, no cocktail Dresses. The way I love my girl best Is When she's got nothing on When she's got nothing on But her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit Her shrimp boots And her birthday suit, y'all Oh, and that's all