Jambalaya lyrics

Good-bye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh

He gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou.

His Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh

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

Dressed in style they go hog wild, me oh my oh

Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

(Chorus)

Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo

For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio

Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o

Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue

And he'll catch all the fish in the bayou

Swap his mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o

Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

(Chorus)

Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo

Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o