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