Bamboula

At an old cafe in a roundelay my baby said to me

This ain't no time for any nickel and dime or a wasted memory

So you all gather round, it's all about the town and it sounds

of history

And the rhythms play that rode the waves and brought you back

to me

Keep cool yah...Can't fool yah...Bamboula

Down in Congo Square, not so long ago

a Creole beat would play

An old quadroon in a big bad moon

would dine on etoufee

Or maybe dig the gumbo rumble in a

mumbo jumbo way.

For a sweetheart deal with a heart so real he'd play

and she'd sashay

I'm calling...you all in...New Awlins.

With a Creole girl and a creme brulee takin'

all my breath away.

With every little lazy lay, feelin' oh so je ne sais

There's no time to hesitate, never early, never late.

Let us keep it straight, never separate, this is not too

intimate.

Engaging...the rage in...that's Cajun

Engaging...the rage in...what's Cajun

I'm callin' you all in, I'm callin' you all in, I'm callin'

you all in to New Awlins.