Call The Police

I'm a heel-clicking, beer-drinking Zydeco lover
Bring it on
Ain't nothin' like a party and baby I ain't ever going home

I've got my drink in my hand
Ain't partied since I don't know when
I'm gonna dance all night
Then start all over again

Jambalaya, crawfish pie
Gumbo, creole chicken wings
Said we don't give a damn where you're from
Let's Zydeco dance

Momma poppa in the kitchen
Fixin' up another batch of wine
And the swamp rats on the porch
Havin' themselves a good time

You better call the wife
Call your boss man
We ain't ever goin homе
You better call the policе, call the police
We gonna get our drinks on

Because we love that Zydeco
We're gonna dance across the floor
To a Cajun do-si-do
Because we love that Zydeco

You better call the police, call the police
We gonna get our drinks on
You better call the police, call the police
We gonna tear this place down
Yes

I'm a heel clicking, beer-drinking Zydeco lover
Bring it on
Ain't nothin' like a party and baby I ain't ever going home

Got my drink drink in my hand
Ain't partied since I don't know when
I'm gonna dance all night
Then start all over again

On the floor, droppin' pole
Bumpin' booty, shake it, lover, make it swing
Well down in the bayou
We got the alligator strength

You better call the wife
Call your boss man
We ain't ever goin' home
You better call the police, call the police
We gonna get our drinks on

Because we love that Zydeco
We're gonna dance across the floor
To a Cajun do-si-do
Because we love that Zydeco

You better call the police, call the police
We gonna get our drinks on
You better call the police, call the police
We gonna tear this place down
Yes