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<p style="left: 0px; position: relative; cursor: default;">Look here Every now and then when the moon don't glow<br />All us lightning bugs, we put on a show<br />Rear end flashin' to the beat, we know<br />We're zippin' to the zydeco Gotta sing along, gonna clap your hands<br />When you hear the music of a Cajun band<br />Can't help but love it and call me, yeah<br />When you're zippin' to the zydeco Lord, have mercy<br />I can't control my feet<br />So good it hurts me<br />It sounds so sweet So me and my relations flyin' high and low<br />Every tremble makin' where the music go<br />By the time we hit the corner<br />Everyone will know, zippin' to the zydeco Yeah, you're right<br />Ooh, you're lookin' good, boo<br />Everybody, pick up your trumpet<br />If you ain't got one follow along, y'all look here Lord have mercy<br />I can't control my feet<br />You know I like when the trumpet hurts me<br />It still me, yeah, you're right Every now and then when the moon don't glow<br />All us lightning bugs, we put on a show<br />Tushes are a-flashin' to the beat, we know<br />We're zippin' to the zydeco Zippin' to the zydeco, uh, huh<br />Zippin' to the zydeco, oh yeah<br />Come on There ain't nothing<br />Which I prefer<br />Aww, look at you</p> |
<p style="left: 0px; position: relative; cursor: default;">Look here Every now and then when the moon don't glow<br />All us lightning bugs, we put on a show<br />Rear end flashin' to the beat, we know<br />We're zippin' to the zydeco Gotta sing along, gonna clap your hands<br />When you hear the music of a Cajun band<br />Can't help but love it and call me, yeah<br />When you're zippin' to the zydeco Lord, have mercy<br />I can't control my feet<br />So good it hurts me<br />It sounds so sweet So me and my relations flyin' high and low<br />Every tremble makin' where the music go<br />By the time we hit the corner<br />Everyone will know, zippin' to the zydeco Yeah, you're right<br />Ooh, you're lookin' good, boo<br />Everybody, pick up your trumpet<br />If you ain't got one follow along, y'all look here Lord have mercy<br />I can't control my feet<br />You know I like when the trumpet hurts me<br />It still me, yeah, you're right Every now and then when the moon don't glow<br />All us lightning bugs, we put on a show<br />Tushes are a-flashin' to the beat, we know<br />We're zippin' to the zydeco Zippin' to the zydeco, uh, huh<br />Zippin' to the zydeco, oh yeah<br />Come on There ain't nothing<br />Which I prefer<br />Aww, look at you</p> |
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Revision as of 23:02, 4 October 2013
Zippin' To The Zydeco is the third track on the CD Bayou Boogie. It was written by Jamie Houston and is performed by Jim Cummings.
Lyrics
Look here Every now and then when the moon don't glow
All us lightning bugs, we put on a show
Rear end flashin' to the beat, we know
We're zippin' to the zydeco Gotta sing along, gonna clap your hands
When you hear the music of a Cajun band
Can't help but love it and call me, yeah
When you're zippin' to the zydeco Lord, have mercy
I can't control my feet
So good it hurts me
It sounds so sweet So me and my relations flyin' high and low
Every tremble makin' where the music go
By the time we hit the corner
Everyone will know, zippin' to the zydeco Yeah, you're right
Ooh, you're lookin' good, boo
Everybody, pick up your trumpet
If you ain't got one follow along, y'all look here Lord have mercy
I can't control my feet
You know I like when the trumpet hurts me
It still me, yeah, you're right Every now and then when the moon don't glow
All us lightning bugs, we put on a show
Tushes are a-flashin' to the beat, we know
We're zippin' to the zydeco Zippin' to the zydeco, uh, huh
Zippin' to the zydeco, oh yeah
Come on There ain't nothing
Which I prefer
Aww, look at you