Jambalaya

Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me oh, my oh
I got to go, pull the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, she’s the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
Said, jambalaya, craw fish pie, fillet gumbo
'Coz tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
Well, Thibodaux and the Fountainbleaux, the place was buzzin'
Kin folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, craw fish pie, fillet gumbo
'Coz tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me oh, my oh
I got to move far from town, get myself a pirogue
I won’t take a whole of my friends out on the bayou
Padle away to see my old friend, Woodrow
Well, Jambalaya, craw fish pie, fillet gumbo
'Coz tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
I said, son of a gun, we’re gonna have big fun on the bayou
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou