On a three day run up New York City I met a local girl, she was long and prettyA little slice of heaven to a boy from LouisianaSaid I like your looks till you open your mouthBut I can tell by your talk you're from way down southAnd I ain't ready to wrestle with a gator manI said wait a minute baby I ain't that badDon't you go knockin' what you never hadIf it's a Yankee boy that you're looking forWell I'm way up north around ShreveportI got a second cousin up in Baton RougeHe thinks my blood runs Yankee blueAnd I can't understand half of what he saysThe Creole's somethin' that I don't speakI only eat the mud bugs twice a weekYou must be thinkin' New Orleans or maybe LafayetteWait a minute baby I ain't that badDon't you go knockin' what you never hadIf it's a Yankee boy that you're looking forWell I'm way up north around ShreveportGirl I'd like to take you home to meet my clanShe said all your daddy might be the hoodoo manWhat about the spiders, what about the snakesWhat about the sound that the bayou makesWait a minute baby I ain't that badDon't you go knockin' what you never hadIf it's a Yankee boy that you're looking forWell I'm way up north around Shreveport*