(If It Ain't Cajun), I ain't Gettin' Up

IF IT AIN'T CAJUN, I AIN'T GETTIN' UP by Jim Gaudet

I went to a party last Saturday night,
had a few drinks tried to make things right
friends and family were all gettin' stewed
I got caught up in the middle of a family fued

DJ Dan was playing the same old tunes
The hokey-pokey and the chicken dance filled the room
Doing the shout with their hands in the air
I sat there mumbling in my chair

CHORUS: IF IT AIN'T CAJUN, I AIN'T GETTIN'UP
IF IT AIN'T CAJUN, I AIN'T GETTIN'UP
IF IT AIN'T CAJUN, I AIN'T GETTIN'UP
I AIN'T GETTIN'UP

Friends and family they all gathered round
asked me why I don't like the DJ sound
I told them I like the Creole beat
'Cause I like the things it does to my feet
I may be quiet but I'm not shy
I can dance as good as any old guy
but I'm done with the boogaloo I'm done with the shout
It's high time that they figure it out

CHORUS:

It's in my French Canadien veins
Like the way I feel about Railroad trains
Hate to sound so abrupt
But if It ain't Cajun, I ain't getting up

(repeat chorus)