Zippin' to the Zydeco

Spoken: Look here!
 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
 Spoken: Yeah, you're right! Ooh, you're lookin' good, boo! Everybody, pick up your trumpet! If you ain't got one... follow
 along, ya'll! 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!
 Spoken: There ain't nothing which I prefer! Awww, look at you!