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(Floyd Gib Gilbeau) Whoa, yey, yay, chertay, bebe Told mama et told papa di joh dit zhay dit par bon. I got a house on stilts a five dollar bill A settin' on the banks of muddy muddy bayou Lot better than the streets of crowded cars Pawn shops friendly neighborhood bars. Ah, but your mama and your papa won't let me come a courtin' They says I can't make a good livin' for their child Ah, but the fish bites good the crawfish are plenty Gonna make a lot of money when I take a city bride. --- Instrumental --- Whoa yey yay, chertay, bebe Told mama et told papa di joh dit zhay dit par bon. I got a paint can't run your pappy's got a big dog Snappin' at my heels get away you mangy hound Light's still burning and the ladder by the window Take a chance gonna make another round. Ah, but your mama and your papa won't let me come courtin' Says I can't make a good livin' for their child Ah, but the fish bites good the crawfish are plenty Gonna make a lot of money when I take a city bride. --- Instrumental to fade --- |