Song of the Shrimp

I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray
 I swam a little bit closer and I heard the third one say
 Goodbye mama shrimp, papa shake my hand
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
 He showed his mama and papa, the shrimp newspaper he read
 An invitation to all the shrimp and this is what it said
 Free ride, New Orleans, stay in grand hotel
 Big Creole gal who help you come out of your shell
 Big Creole gal who help you come out of your shell
 If I should live to be ninety, I will never forget
 The little shrimp and the song he sang as he jumped into the net
 Goodbye mama shrimp, papa shake my hand
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'
 Here come the shrimper for to take me to Louisian'