Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler

Down in New Orleans, you find those Cajun queens. Hold her and scold her till she's a little bolder. Hold on tight, for love is just a dream! The Mardi Gras they say, is time to dance and play, beads and bad deeds, sow some wild seeds, party down, till Lent comes our way! Tomorrow we will repent, but the party can never relent. we'll be hung-over when it's all over, we'll be broke from the Storyville rent! Laissez les bons temps rouler, head for the Vieux Carré. But take my advice, best to think twice, at that house with that girl from Tremé!