Rad Gumbo

If you walk in right off the street
You can take the load right off your feet
Mamma bring the menu to your seat
But the bill of fare be short and sweet
Won’t find no etouffe'
Mamma never ever could cook that way
She’s all ancien' regime
No nouvell cuisine
She cook gumbo
A mighty Rad Gumbo
It’s the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
Now the heads and shells stay in the stock
She stirs her roux and really rocks
One gallon shellfish stock or water
Man this gumbo is made to order
Two toes of garlic finely chopped
Man this party just can’t be stopped
Mamma’s pots are boiling, the band starts to blow
Piano keys flying like Fats Domino
She cook gumbo
A mighty Rad Gumbo
It’s the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
Oh no, no escargot, no cordon bleu
This ain’t the place to go lookin' for beef stew
But if you like tender shrimp and rice
If ya think ya can stand the spice
She cook gumbo
A mighty Rad Gumbo
Now people comin' from miles around
To see what Mamma’s puttin' down
Everybody knows her name
She in the seafood hall of fame
I gotta get that recipe
If it means the death of me
Get my spyboy to sneak a look
Into Mamma’s book
She cook gumbo
A mighty Rad Gumbo
It’s the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
She cook gumbo
A mighty Rad Gumbo
It’s the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo