Paroles de Jambalaya

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 buzzin', 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.