Lyrics Jambalaya (On The Bayou) - Carpenters

Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue go 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
Dressed 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 a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-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 mom 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 a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-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 a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou

Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo (hee-haw)
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-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 a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou