Goodbye Joe, you 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 kinfolk come, to see Yvonne, by the dozen.
Dress in style, the 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 cher a mi-o.
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.

Jambalaya and, a crawfish pie, and fillet gumbo.
For tonight, I'm gonna see, my ma cher a mi-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
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 cher a mi-o.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay-o.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun, on the bayou.

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