Lyrics:

At an old café in a roundelay my baby said to me
This ain't no time for any nickel and dime or
a wasted memory
So you all gather round, it's all about the town
and its sounds of history
And the rhythms play that rode the waves and
brought you back to me
Keep cool yah... Can't fool yah... Bamboula

Down in Congo Square, not so long ago
a Creole beat would play
An old quadroon in a big bad moon
would dine on etoufee
Or maybe dig the gumbo rumble in a
mumbo jumbo way
For a sweetheart deal with a heart so real he'd play
and she'd sashay
I'm calling... you all in... New Awlins

With a Creole girl and a crème brulee takin'
all my breath away
With every little lazy lay, feelin' oh so je ne sais
There's no time to hesitate, never early, never late
Let us keep it straight, never separate, this is not
too intimate

Engaging... the rage in... that's Cajun
Engaging... the rage in... what's Cajun
I'm callin' you all in, I'm callin' you all in, I'm callin' you all in
To New Awlins