Run, run to the east confession trash.
We don't need your thrills or your call-book cash
Let's just nature's got plans to keep you up there
RIFF 2
VERSE 2
Swamps, fiddles that whine about the Mayor
Our caves are divine they've got conditioned air.
Fan-tail, backwash and factory and rooms will stay up here
CHORUS
Hands off of the bayou.
Heel, stay in your state; it's a new south trap.
What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat.
War! College exams! You know I learned a lot
About the fiction ya tossed and the father's fat and lost,
Your failless father lost..
Your chivalry is lost..
Your shivalry in shame.
Hands off of the bayou.
(get some bombs)
We don't need your thrills or your call-book cash
Let's just nature's got plans to keep you up there
RIFF 2
VERSE 2
Swamps, fiddles that whine about the Mayor
Our caves are divine they've got conditioned air.
Fan-tail, backwash and factory and rooms will stay up here
CHORUS
Hands off of the bayou.
Heel, stay in your state; it's a new south trap.
What, what is the bait? Ya silly aqua-cat.
War! College exams! You know I learned a lot
About the fiction ya tossed and the father's fat and lost,
Your failless father lost..
Your chivalry is lost..
Your shivalry in shame.
Hands off of the bayou.
(get some bombs)