"Jambalaya" Lyrics

Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me-oh-my-oh
Me gotta go pole my pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me-oh-my-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio
Oh pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Steel it Jeff
Hey Johnny, why don't you fiddle a round
Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvo-onne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

Hey don't just see there with your pick hangin' out Jimmy
Hooh-hooh
Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio
Oh pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou
Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou...
Yeah!