A Yankee saw a crawfish,
call it a baby lobster.
We laughed so hard
we nearly busted our sides.
But when he tasted difference,
he started raving so much,
he got a southern welcome,
arms open wide.
The smell of boudin cooking,
the smell of cracklings cracking,
almost enough cayenne
to water your eyes.
But in the midst of all this
fine southern cuisine
I'll take the crawfish every day,
every time
Laissez, laissez, bon temps rouler
I could eat crawfish every
day
Laissez, laissez, bon temps rouler
I could eat crawfish
every day
Germany got it's vina schnitzel,
Italy got the pasta,
Mexico got that chili
and a lot more.
Alaska has the canned crab
which I dearly love,
but I'll take crawfish before
all of the above y 'all.
Think of some crawfish Berlin
with Zazoran's assistance,
crawfish pie and etouffee
is always in demand.
Suck the heads, pinch the tails,
that's what we do
And there's much of nothing left
when a southerner gets through
Laissez, laissez bon temps rouler
I could eat crawfish every day
Laissez, laissez bon temps rouler
I could eat crawfish every day
I could eat crawfish every day
I could eat crawfish
every day