Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh. Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. |
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Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. |
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin', kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen. Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh. 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 ma cher amio. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. |
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Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue and I'll catch all the fish in the bayou. Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o. 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 ma cher amio. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. |