My cajun baby's got a smile
That never fails to drive me wild
She's got her own kind of style
Turns every head for a country mile
But I've never seen her look as cute
As she does when she's got nothing on but
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit, y'all
She grew up on Bayou Manchac
Sells them crawfish by the 40 pound sack
She loves a homemade Sazerac
If I line 'em up she'll knock 'em back
She struts her stuff
When she hears Wayne Toups
Dancing in the living room
wearing nothing but her
Shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit, y'all
No heels, no pearls, no cocktail dresses
The way I love my girl best is
When she's got nothing on
When she's got nothing on but
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit
Her shrimp boots and her birthday suit, y'all
That's all