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