Elle a le feu sacré
They line up for the bar
Music’s kind of hard
Every Louisiana Saturday night
She drinks just like the boys
She’s coming on so strong
As for the fighting, she’s the laughing part
Elle a, elle a, elle a le feu sacré
Laisse le bon temps rouler
Elle a, elle a, elle a le feu sacré
Elle a le feu sacré
Every guy tries to win her
Take this Cajun queeny home
But you know, when the lights go down
She’s teasing, pleasing every man with her eyes
But in the end, she is always gone alone
Yeah, this little Cajun queen
She’s the best they’ve ever seen
Flying feet and dark seductive eyes