| Serious blue eyes so pale and so shy |
| Look closer cause she’s got that look in her eye. |
| Red hair that sails on the soft southern breeze |
| Fingers that fly on accordion keys. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| She’s really something |
| My sweet singing Cajun girl. |
| Cook Cajun, speak Creole and lay on the spice |
| Her fancy so free on these Saturday nights |
| She sing and she play at the parish hall dance |
| Big city chanteuses just don’t stand a chance. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| She’s really something |
| My sweet singing Cajun girl. |
| You might find my dreams |
| Just west of New Orleans |
| If you pulled up that via Saint John |
| Where the twins fiddles play |
| And she squeeze on that squeezebox till dawn. |
| On that they carry on. |
| Tell long leg Lucille I must send my regrets |
| It’s nothing she’s done, it’s just someone I’ve met |
| With innocent heart, true talent so rare |
| She blooms on the bayou this flower so fair. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| She’s really something |
| My sweet singing Cajun girl. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| You might find my dreams |
| Just west of New Orleans |
| If you pole up that bayou Saint John |
| Where the twin fiddles play |
| And she squeeze on that squeezebox till dawn. |
| All night they carry on. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| She’s really something |
| My sweet singing Cajun girl. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| She’s really something |
| My sweet singing Cajun girl. |
| You ain’t seen nothing |
| Till you’ve seen my Cajun girl. |
| She’s really something |
| My sweet singing Cajun girl. |