Iveleta, pretty little Cajun queen
Sweet as the fire, the fire of the bayou
You're every young man's dream
Abelardo, I'd walk through a hurricane
To stand beside you sweet Abelardo
I'd swim the Pontchartrain
Oh no, here you're comin' down the road
With your cotton dress a -swishin'
You're gettin' some attention
From all the bars and tippy -toes
I know what they're thinkin'
But I'm the only one who loves you so
I'd light up a pretty little Cajun queen
To sleep next to by the bell of the fire
Hear every young man's dream
I'd light up, I'd walk through a hurricane
To stand beside you, sweet Adelaide
I'd swim the Pontchartrain
I know I know you can tell it
You're makin' me so jealous
from my head down to my toes
Oh, me, you can make a redneck green
The way that you're lookin'
And I ain't talkin' bout in truth
pretty little Cajun queen
Sweet dixie fly, the bell of the bayou
You're every young man's dream
Idle Idle, I'd walk through a hurricane
To stand beside you sweet
Idle Idle I'd swim the Pontchartrain
Idle Idle, pretty little Cajun queen
The sweet taste of fire, the bale of the fire
Near every young man's dream
Idle rider, I'd walk through a hurricane
To stand beside you sweet idle rider
I'd swim the punctured terrain
To stand beside you sweet idle rider
To stand beside you sweet idle rider
Just to stand beside my sweet idle rider