Jambalaya

(álbum: Inkpot - 1972)

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my, oh.
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My John, the sweetest one, oh me, oh my, oh.
A son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my, my cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
A son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Eeh!

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzing,
Kinfolk come to see John now by the dozen.
A dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my, oh.
A son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Mm, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo,
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my, my cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
A son of a gun, we'll have big fun now on the bayou.