Serious blue eyes so pale and so shy
Look closer cause she's got that look in her eye
Red hair that sails on the soft southern breeze
Fingers that fly on accordion keys

You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl
She's really something
My sweet singing Cajun girl

Cook Cajun, speak Creole and lay on the spice
Her fancy so free on these Saturday nights
She sing and she play at the parish hall dance
Big city chanteuses just don't stand a chance

You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl
She's really something
My sweet singing Cajun girl

You might find my dreams
Just west of New Orleans
If you pulled up that via Saint John
Where the twins fiddles play
And she squeeze on that squeezebox till dawn
On that they carry on
Tell long leg Lucille I must send my regrets
It's nothing she's done, it's just someone I've met
With innocent heart, true talent so rare
She blooms on the bayou this flower so fair

You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl
She's really something
My sweet singing Cajun girl
You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl

You might find my dreams
Just west of New Orleans
If you pole up that bayou Saint John
Where the twin fiddles play
And she squeeze on that squeezebox till dawn
All night they carry on

You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl
She's really something
My sweet singing Cajun girl

You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl
She's really something
My sweet singing Cajun girl
You ain't seen nothing
Till you've seen my Cajun girl
She's really something
My sweet singing Cajun girl