Cajun Rage Lyrics - Singles - Little Feat

Met a ragin' Cajun down in Louisiana 

And her flowered dress said her name was Hannah 

In her high button shoes we do it to and fro 

She said, "Do you know backwards and forwards 

It's all the same just like ya say my name" 

And then she shake it, I can't mistake it 

It's pure poetry the way she moves ya know 

Now she's shakin' for me, allons danser, petit cherie 

Come on, come on, come on won't you dance for me 

Oh yeah, doin' the Cajun rage 

(Yeah, yeah) 

We do the Cajun rage 

(What you call it?) 

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We do the Cajun rage 

(What you say?) 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Whoa, yeah) 

Called the Cajun rage 

Couchez fandango 

That the King 'a' Tango 

Now the Cajun rage 

And it's incantations right across the nation 

Gone from town to town, state to state 

Ya just take the moves, ya get from rhythm and blues 

Ya put yer one foot down back the bottom around 

To that crazy sound, it get you shakin', keeps ya achin' 

When ya doin' it right it's pure poetry so do it for me 

Allons danser, petit cherie 

Come on, come on, come on won't you dance for me 

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We do the Cajun rage 

(What you call it?) 

We do the Cajun rage 

(What you say?) 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Yeah, yeah) 

Put yer belly in the rumba 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Whoa, yeah) 

That's a kind 'a' samba 

Called the Cajun rage 

No do se do, no heel and toe 

Now the two-step craze has turned the page 

With that new old dance called the Cajun rage 

Now I'm way outta line 

And I feel so fine, so fine 

She said ya can't do that 

In your cowboy hat 

Put the hoe down, honey 

Let's cut the chat, oh yeah, oh yeah 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Yeah, yeah) 

We do the Cajun rage 

(What you call it?) 

We do the Cajun rage 

(What you say?) 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Whoa, yeah) 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Yeah, yeah) 

We do the Cajun rage 

(What you call it?) 

We do the Cajun rage 

(What you say?) 

Doin' the Cajun rage 

(Whoa, yeah) 

Couchez fandango 

Dat's the kinda tango 

With yer belly in the rhumba 

Lotta hip shakin', boppin' 

That's the kinda rockin' 

That's a kind 'a' Samba 

With the nude Lambatta 

Ya know that's gotta 

Be the Cajun rage