Whoa yay guy, chertay bebe Told mama et told papa Di joh dit zhay dit par bon I got a house on stilts, a five dollar bill A settin' on the banks of muddy muddy bayou Lot better than the streets of crowded cars Pawn shops, friendly neighborhood bars Ah but your mama and your papa won't let me come courtin' They says I can't make a good livin' for their child Ah but the fish bites good, the crawfish are plenty Gonna make a lot of money when I take a city bride I got a paint can't run, your pappy's got a big dog Snappin' at my heels, get away you mangy hound Light's still burning, and the ladder by the window Take a chance gonna make another round Ah but your mama and your papa won't let me come courtin' They says I can't make a good livin' for their child Ah but the fish bites good, the crawfish are plenty Gonna make a lot of money when I take a city bride Yea but your mama and your papa won't let me come courtin' They says I can't make a good livin' for their child Ah but the fish bites good, the crawfish are plenty Gonna make a lot of money when I take a city bride