Down In The Bayou Where The Alligators Roam live Some People, You Leave Them Alone getting Lost May Be Your Last Mistake unfriendly Strangers, Unkindly They Take living Off The Fat Of The Land they Hold Their Justice In The Palm Of Their Hand lay Down Your Gun And Surrender Quiet or There's Gonna Be A Cajun Riot
danger In The Swamp, That Waits For You there's Nothing Left That You Can Do better Watch Your Back, For The Vicious Attack 'cause They'll Be Looking For You playing With Your Life, For Your Life Is Too Short pain Is Too Good For You your Last Breath, Is All You Have Left take It Before You're Doomed cajun Hell before You're Doomed
raising Hell, And They're Ready For Fighting huntin' Gators And Drinking White Lightning brewin' Moonshine At A Still In The Swamp playing Creole From Dusk Until Dawn protect Their Own Is The Law Of The Land mess With Their Law It Will Get Out Of Hand keep It In Mind If You're Ever Down There it Might Be Fatal, You Better Beware