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
Swamps, fiddles that whine
About the mayor
Our caves are divine
They've got conditioned air
Fan-tail, backwash, rooms
Will stay up here
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)
