Headed south on 65, route 5 or 6 I'll drive   There's a place where the folks from dixie go   You don't need no cowboy boots, trade'em in for a bathing suit   Hang out on the Gulf Of Mexico      On a weekend holiday   We don't parlez vous francais   Turnin' it up from a sunny day   Then we dance the night away   On the redneck riviera   On the red-ed neck riviera   On the redneck riviera   It's a paradise, oh yeah   (Oh) yeah      Sippin' hospitality under proud umbrella trees   Good ol' boys and the long necks scattered 'round   Girls come rushin' from a far when I strum "Louie Louie" on my old guitar   String bikini, happy hunting ground      Chorus      We don't have to parlez vous francais   Well the surf is up in Alabam'   Mississippi, Florida and the Gulf shore sand   Stoke your fire with a sunny day, yeah   Just like them folks in St. Tropez      On the redneck riviera   On the red-ed neck riviera   On the redneck riviera   It's a paradise, oh yeah   It's a paradise, oh yeah   It's a paradise, Oh yeah   Oh yeah      Oh, the surf is up in Florida down   Panama City to the Destin Sound   You can stoke your fire with a sunny day, yeah   Just like them folks in St. Topez      Hey this is the south   Not the south of France