Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have good fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, a crawfish pie and a file gumbo
’cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez a mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodeaux, fontainbleau, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
[corrections / quibbles positively welcomed]
1 comment:
Can it be a non-specific quibble, just a refusal to let it lie like it is? I have no authority on the matter, and no suggestions for betterment for the moment neither, but I think we can do better than this. 'machez a mio' - I always thought it was something involving 'ma cherie'. When I'm back from cheering up your lonely missus I'll load it onto the MP3 player for aural scrutiny. The Carpenters' version... that'll be an easy place to start, what with their lovely diction and all.
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