Zippin' To The Zydeco - Jim Cummings

Every now and then when the moon don’t glow

All us lightning bugs, we put on a show

Rear end flashin' to the beat, we know

We’re zippin' to the zydeco

Gotta sing along, gonna clap your hands

When you hear the music of a Cajun band

Can’t help but love it and call me, yeah

When you’re zippin' to the zydeco

Lord, have mercy

I can’t control my feet

So good it hurts me

It sounds so sweet

So me and my relations flyin' high and low

Every tremble makin' where the music go

By the time we hit the corner

Everyone will know, zippin' to the zydeco

Yeah, you’re right

Ooh, you’re lookin' good, boo

Everybody, pick up your trumpet

If you ain’t got one follow along, y’all look here;

Lord, have mercy

I can’t control my feet

You know I like when the trumpet hurts me

It still me, yeah, you’re right

Every now and then when the moon don’t glow

All us lightning bugs, we put on a show

Tushes are a-flashin' to the beat, we know

We’re zippin' to the zydeco

Zippin' to the zydeco, uh, huh

Zippin' to the zydeco, oh yeah

Come on

There ain’t nothing

Which I prefer

Aww, look at you