All them cars that came up gone in the last ten years or so   
Street cars and shopping carts, kitchen sinks and stoves  
Uncle Sal and a cajun gal that that he met on Bourbon Street    
Still embraced, they found encased with cement blocks on their feet 

Oh me-o-myo, all at the bottom of the bayou    
We don’t care who put it there, we’re livin’ in denioh      
Oh me-o-dayo, better get on your knees and prayo  
Or you’ll end up tied to your truck in the mud 
At the bottom of the Bayou      

All of that gold them rebels stole from them yankies way up north   
An areplane that disappeared from the skies in the Vietnan war  
Tubas, Trombones, tennis shoes and an old time zydecho band     
Fortune tellers, couple of clowns and some hippies in a van  

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So when you’re castin’ out your line for fun filled day of fishin’ 
Don’t be shegrin when you’re rheeling in some stiff that just went missin’