paroles de chanson Jambalaya - Carpenters

Goodbye Joe, he 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 kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher ami-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 mon to buy Yvonne what she need-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher ami-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher ami-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher ami-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher ami-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou