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Down in Louisiana

Down in Cajun Land

Folks got something goin’

Goes something like

Folks go a git’ chat tootisie.

I wants to ‘tie ya puppe ‘tame me

Gonna dig ya on a scoobydoo

Gonna gotcha on a scuba die

Ooh boog-a-boo you.

You ooh boog-a-boo you, little boy

Get hip to the consultation of the boolawee.

Said, golly, golly Miss Molly

Everything’s copesetic now

Boog-a-boo look at you

What I’d like to do to you, boy.

You ooh boog-a-boo you, little boy

Get hip to the consultation of the boolawee.

Niki, Niki Hokey

Your pappy ‘s doing time in the pockey

Your sister’s on a trip

Your momma got hip.

Little boy you’re lookin’ okay

You ooh boog-a-boo you

You ooh boog-a-boo you, little boy

Get hip to the consultation of the bolawee.

I’m talking ‘bout your boola

Talking ‘bout that wee

I’m talking ‘bout your boola

Talking ‘bout that wee.

Well get hip to the consultation of the boolawee.

Niki, Niki, Niki

Niki, Niki, Niki Hokey

Niki Hokey.

11 - CHANCE TO SEE

Love is the rule we use no more
Not having the key to the door

We grow bitter, we grow hard as a stone
Unwanted, unloved and alone

What have we done with the key
What have we done with the key
Close your eyes
and give your heart a chance
to see

Faith is the one thing no more
Not having the wisdom, too poor

We grow thirsty, uncertain and full of doubt
Taking the easy way out

What have we done with the key
What have we done with the key
Close your eyes
and give your heart a chance
to see

Truth is a prayer we share no more
without you how dare we open the door

we forgotten just what life is about
the little thing that most count

What have we done with the key
What have we done with the key
Close your eyes
and give your heart a chance
to see