Fat Tuesday Lyrics - Rayburn

Mistick Krewe of Comus dance into the light 

Shaking off the heaviness of the night 

Enchanted to confess to the Abbot of misrule 

Appointed to preside o'er the Feast of Fools 

Laissez le bon temps 

Laissez le bon temps 

Let the good times roll 

I can't lose to mystic fools 

I only sing to the echo of my soul 

Over your vice 

The lovely siren of necromancy 

I won't hear twice 

Laissez le bon temps 

Laissez le bon temps