She comes from New Orleans in the summertime
Where the Ponehetrain steams and the Mississippi winds
She left the Creole, the crawfish, the toffee
Just to have a little fun up on Put-in-Bay
And it was in hot July...about closing time
She was dancing in the dark and she was feeling fine
Sweating it up, moving all around
Jammin' with The band and swaying to the sound
She's singin' hey—hey—hey, ho—ho—ho
I'm ready, oh I'm ready, I am ready to go
Ho—ho—ho, hey—hey—hey
There ain’t no Zydeco up on Put-in-Bay
He left that blue bayou just to work The Miller dock
He takes the cars and the people from the mainland to the rock
He was feeling kind of homesick, he was feeling pretty low
When he heard that baby talkin' bout the Zydeco
He jump up from the barstool.... raisin’ up his hands
Open up his arms and he's startin' into dance
I swear there were sparks from his toes to his knees
It was a one step, two step, please baby, please
Singin' hey—hey—hey, ho—ho—ho
I'm ready, oh I'm ready, I am ready to go
Ho—ho—ho, hey—hey—hey
He says we could make some Zydeco on Put-in-Bay
She shakes her head and cocks her hips
Square her shoulders, wet her lips
She gonna look him in the eye a while
Then she start to smile
She's like a jet on the runway calling to him "Hey, hey!"
"Tear it up and make it go and you could be my Gumbo Joe"
And now they’re spinning all around, they promenade and then they stroll
He's a washboard and spoon to her accordion rolls
It’s a chili pepper hot sauce Cajun Tattoo
With the Mardi Gras beads when she shimmy for you
She's singin' hey—hey—hey, ho—ho—ho
I'm ready, oh I'm ready, I am ready to go
Ho—ho—ho, hey—hey—hey
Now we got the Zydeco on Put-in-Bay
Where the Ponehetrain steams and the Mississippi winds
She left the Creole, the crawfish, the toffee
Just to have a little fun up on Put-in-Bay
And it was in hot July...about closing time
She was dancing in the dark and she was feeling fine
Sweating it up, moving all around
Jammin' with The band and swaying to the sound
She's singin' hey—hey—hey, ho—ho—ho
I'm ready, oh I'm ready, I am ready to go
Ho—ho—ho, hey—hey—hey
There ain’t no Zydeco up on Put-in-Bay
He left that blue bayou just to work The Miller dock
He takes the cars and the people from the mainland to the rock
He was feeling kind of homesick, he was feeling pretty low
When he heard that baby talkin' bout the Zydeco
He jump up from the barstool.... raisin’ up his hands
Open up his arms and he's startin' into dance
I swear there were sparks from his toes to his knees
It was a one step, two step, please baby, please
Singin' hey—hey—hey, ho—ho—ho
I'm ready, oh I'm ready, I am ready to go
Ho—ho—ho, hey—hey—hey
He says we could make some Zydeco on Put-in-Bay
She shakes her head and cocks her hips
Square her shoulders, wet her lips
She gonna look him in the eye a while
Then she start to smile
She's like a jet on the runway calling to him "Hey, hey!"
"Tear it up and make it go and you could be my Gumbo Joe"
And now they’re spinning all around, they promenade and then they stroll
He's a washboard and spoon to her accordion rolls
It’s a chili pepper hot sauce Cajun Tattoo
With the Mardi Gras beads when she shimmy for you
She's singin' hey—hey—hey, ho—ho—ho
I'm ready, oh I'm ready, I am ready to go
Ho—ho—ho, hey—hey—hey
Now we got the Zydeco on Put-in-Bay