Lyrics:

I would never normally go bowlingOn a friday morning in New OrleansBut I like to come here to rememberThe kind of places you took meLike the time we stole a DatsunAnd drove all night to the evergladesUntil we crashed it in a big electric stormAnd stood there listening to the bayou rainThe county sheriff had a hair - lipLouisiana's pride and joyHe said politley as he cuffed me'I never busted an English boy ...But I will accept a contributionTo the Opelousas' Charity BallBut you better drive this dirty DatsunInto the Gulf of Mexico'Under a Cajun moon I lay me openThere is a spirit here that won't be brokenSome words are sad to singSome leave me tongue-tied(But the hardest thing to tell you )But the hardest words I knowAre I love you goodbyeI love you goodbyeTyphoon Pierre delayed my plane till morning(Jusqu'au matin)Let the bontemps rouler from your accordion(L'accordien)Under a cajun moon I lay me open(Y a un esprit partout)There is a spirit here that won't be broken(Simple words are sad to singSome words are sad to sing(They leave me tongue-tied)Some leave you tongue-tied(But the hardest thing to tell you my friend)But the hardest words I know(Is I love you goodbye)Are I love you goodbye(Je t'aime, au revoir)I love you goodbye(Je t'aime, toujours)I love you, goodbye