Lyrics:

I would never normally go bowling On a friday morning in New Orleans But I like to come here to remember The kind of places you took me Like the time we stole a Datsun And drove all night to the everglades Until we crashed it in a big electric storm And stood there listening to the bayou rain The county sheriff had a hair - lip Louisiana's pride and joy He said politley as he cuffed me 'I never busted an English boy ... But I will accept a contribution To the Opelousas' Charity Ball But you better drive this dirty Datsun Into the Gulf of Mexico' Under a Cajun moon I lay me open There is a spirit here that won't be broken Some words are sad to sing Some leave me tongue-tied (But the hardest thing to tell you ) But the hardest words I know Are I love you goodbye I love you goodbye Typhoon Pierre delayed my plane till morning (Jusqu'au matin) Let the bontemps rouler from your accordion (L'accordien) Under a cajun moon I lay me open (Y a un esprit partout) There is a spirit here that won't be broken (Simple words are sad to sing Some words are sad to sing (They leave me tongue-tied) Some leave you tongue-tied (But the hardest thing to tell you my friend) But the hardest words I know (Is I love you goodbye) Are I love you goodbye (Je t'aime, au revoir) I love you goodbye (Je t'aime, toujours) I love you, goodbye