Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can,
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man.
At birth, Mama 'n' Papa called their little boy Ned;
Raised him on the banks of the river bed.
A houseboat tied to a big, tall tree,
A home for my mama and my papa and me.
The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet;
Already Mama's cookin' Papa
Sing Hallelujah lyrics

Sing Hallelujah!
A B C is like 1 2 3
The beat
the rhythm
the bass Y'all
come on
Happy people come on
Jam with me
oh Lord
come on
come on
Happy peop
 somethin' to eat.
At half-past, Papa, he's a-ready to go;
He jumps in his bureau headed down the bayou.
Chorus:
He's got a fishin' line strung across a Louisiana river,
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat.
He sets his traps in the swamps, catches anything he can;
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man.
Oh, ye
Backfeet P. lyrics

Ref: 
Backfeet P.? 
is the one you need? 
to make the party pupin' 
JUMPIN' ON YOUR FEET! 
 
When I step up in the place there ain't no mistaking 
! Cajun man, do all he can,
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man.
They call Mama Rita and my daddy Jack;
The little baby brother on the floor is Mack.
Bryn and Lynn are the family twins,
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'.
On the river float Papa's great big boat;
That's how my papa goes into town
Takes ev'ry bit of the night and day
To even reach 
Better Do Better lyrics




You're back, sitting on my doorstep, 
ah yeah like nothing happened. 
Telling me you're free and oh, 
can you see me again? 
Yeah right, you've been kicked
 place where the people stay.
(Chorus)
I can hardly wait 'til tomorrow comes 'round;
That's the day my Papa takes his furs to town.
Papa said, "Son, we got lines to run.
We come back again, 'cause there's work to be done."
(Chorus)
Oh, yeh! Cajun man, do all he can,
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man.
Gotta make a livin'; he's a Louisiana man.