Look here

Every now and then when the moon don't glow
All us lightning bugs, we put on a show
Rear end flashin' to the beat, we know
We're zippin' to the zydeco

Gotta sing along, gonna clap your hands
When you hear the music of a Cajun band
Can't help but love it and call me, yeah
When you're zippin' to the zydeco

Lord, have mercy
I can't control my feet
So good it hurts me
It sounds so sweet

So me and my relations flyin' high and low
Every tremble makin' where the music go
By the time we hit the corner
Everyone will know, zippin' to the zydeco

Yeah, you're right
Ooh, you're lookin' good, boo
Everybody, pick up your trumpet
If you ain't got one follow along, y'all look here;
Lord, have mercy
I can't control my feet
You know I like when the trumpet hurts me
It still me, yeah, you're right

Every now and then when the moon don't glow
All us lightning bugs, we put on a show
Tushes are a-flashin' to the beat, we know
We're zippin' to the zydeco

Zippin' to the zydeco, uh, huh
Zippin' to the zydeco, oh yeah
Come on

There ain't nothing
Which I prefer
Aww, look at you