Paroles de Jambalaya

Goodbye 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' A kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, they 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 For tonight, I'm gonna see my, ma chère amie, oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay, oh 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, oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm gonna see my, ma chère amie, oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay, oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou