Bayou country, feeling good
Down in New Orleans where the eatin's good
Met me a man, working in a kitchen
Cooked me all of them fine cajun fixings

Ate well for awhile, then it all went sour
First he forgot to salt the gumbo flour
Now he insists that I peel my own shrimp
Well, baby, enough is enough

Don't go filling my basin with your dirty crustaceans for I've found me another man

Moved up to Maine it was colder there
Strolling by the fish market in the New England square
Met me a man working the lobster traps
Had claw bites all up his arm, down his back

Ate well for awhile, then it all went sour
First he forgot to marinate with chili powder
Now I can't help but think he has no taste at all
Well, baby, enough is enough

Don't go filling my basin with your dirty crustaceans for I've found me another man

The Chesapeake called so I wearily went
To see if love could pay my rent
Met me a man who looked real invitin'
He fed me well when the crabs were bitin'

But lately I've been getting this awful feeling
Ever since he made me crab cakes out of season
Now I'm thinking it's time to go again
'Cause, baby, enough is enough

Don't go filling my basin with your dirty crustaceans for I've found me another man