Saturday Night Fish Fry - Canned Heat

Now if you’ve ever been down to New Orleans

Then you can understand just what I mean

All thru the week it’s quiet as a mouse

But on Saturday night they go from house to house

You don’t have to pay the usual admission

If you’re a cook, a waiter or a good musician

So if you happen to be just passin' by

Stop in at the Saturday night fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'

You never seen such scufflin'

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

It was rockin', it was rockin'

You never seen such scufflin'

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now my buddy and me was on the main stem

Foolin' around just me and him

We decided we could use a little something to eat

So we went to a house on rampart street

We knocked on the door and it opened up with ease

And a lush little miss said, «come in, please»

And before we could even bat an eye

We were right in the middle of a big fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'

You never seen such scufflin'

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

It was rockin', it was rockin'

You never seen such scufflin'

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now the folks was havin' the time of their life

And Sam was jivin' Jimmie’s wife

Over in the corner was a beat up grand

Being played by a big fat piano man

Some of the chicks wore expensive frocks

Some of them had on Bobbie socks

But everybody was nice and high

At this particular Saturday night fish fry

It was rockin', it was rockin'

You never seen such scufflin'

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

It was rockin', it was rockin'

You never seen such scufflin'

And shufflin' 'til the break of dawn

Now the women were screamin' and jumpin' and yellin'