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[Verse 1 β swamp banjo, sloshy percussion] Down in the bayou where the cattails sway, Lives a little green rascal who donβt walk straight. Got mud on his boots and a grin full oβ gold, Heβs Bayou Boblin, wild and bold. [Chorus β rowdy, footβstompinβ, goblinβproud] Heβs Bayou Boblin, king of the muck, Dancinβ through the lilies with a whole lotta luck. If you hear that croak and a splash in the night, Thatβs Boblin stirrinβ up a swampβside delight. [Verse 2 β fiddle joins, playful energy] He brews swamp stew in a rusted tin pot, Says itβll cure your woesβ¦ or make you see spots. Heβll trade you a charm for a shiny olβ nail, And swear itβll keep ya safe from a gatorβs tail. [PreβChorus β mischievous, rising] Heβs got tricks in his pockets, secrets in his grin, If you bargain with Boblin, you ainβt sure to win. [Chorus β bigger, rowdier] Heβs Bayou Boblin, king of the muck, Dancinβ through the lilies with a whole lotta luck. If you hear that croak and a splash in the night, Thatβs Boblin stirrinβ up a swampβside delight. [Bridge β mystical, Cajunβfolk magic] Fireflies glow when he walks on by, The moon dips low just to catch his eye. He hums old tunes that the swamp once knew, And the whole bayou hums along too. [Verse 3 β final character punch] Heβll charm your boots right off your feet, Steal your lunch and call it a treat. But if youβre lost and the night grows cold, Boblinβll guide you homeβ¦ for a price untold. [Final Chorus β triumphant goblin glory] Heβs Bayou Boblin, king of the muck, Dancinβ through the lilies with a whole lotta luck. If you hear that croak and a splash in the night, Thatβs Boblin stirrinβ up a swampβside delight. Heβs Bayou Boblin β swampβs favorite son, If you party with Boblin, the night ainβt done.
