Bon Temps Rouler

Well, you see me there, I ain't no fool

I'm one smart Frenchman, never been to school

If you want to get somewhere in a Creole town

You start to let me show you your way around

You let the bons temps roluer

You let the mulet puller

Now don't you be no fool, eh

You let the bons temps roluer

I got a Creole gal, she's one fine dish

Well, she's got ways like the old crawfish

She don't do nothing but wait 'till Saturday night

But when it comes to lovin', she's all right

She let the bons temps roluer

She let the mulet puller

Now don't you be no fool, eh

You let the bons temps roluer

Well, if you want to have yourself some real fine fun

Go down to Louisiana and you get you one

You'll find them cutting cane all down the line

I've got a cotton picker, she's really fine

You let the bons temps roluer

You let the mulet puller

Now don't you be no fool, eh

You let the bons temps roluer

At the church bazaar or the baseball game

At the French la-la, it's all the same

If you want to have fun now, you got to go

Way out into the country to the Zydeco

You let the bons temps roluer

Now don't you be no fool, eh

You let the mulet puller

You let the bons temps roluer