Just Don't Eat What You Can't Spell
by Bawb (Bob) Pearce

Jambalaya, poisson Veron'que
I could eat that ev'ry day
Pot-au-feu or just french fry
A little greasy—taste just right
Don't have to parlez vous Francais
Long as you got the Beaujolais
After that it's hard to tell
Well, just don't eat what you can't spell, well, well
Just don't eat what you can't spell

Just don't eat what you can't spell
Just don't eat what you can't spell

Crawfish pie and the ol' gris gris
They got it all down in New Orleans
As long as you got the etouffee
Ev'rything, ev'rything gonna be okay
Don't have to parlez vous Francais
Long as you got the crème brulee
If you don't trust your sense of smell
Well, just don't eat what you can't spell, well, well
Just don't eat what you can't spell

Just don't eat what you can't spell
Just don't eat what you can't spell

Go to school, learn your alphabet
What's in the gumbo, ya can't forget
Time for lunch, got nowhere to go
You better stay away from the fais do do
Don't have to parlez vous Francais
Long as you got the Beaujolais
If you don't like it spicy as hell
Well, just don't eat what you can't spell, well, well
Just don't eat what you can't spell

Just don't eat what you can't spell
Just don't eat what you can't spell
Just don't eat what you can't spell
Just don't eat what you can't spell

Just don't eat what you can't spell (x5)