Jambalaya
Ray Stevens Lyrics


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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 big fun, on the bayou.

Jumbalaya, and 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.

Jumbalaya, and 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.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet 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.




Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Ray Stevens's song Jambalaya tell the story of the singer, who is saying farewell to his friend Joe and leaving to go down the bayou on a pirogue. He is going to meet his sweetheart Yvonne, who is described as "the sweetest one." The singer is excited about the night ahead, which will include eating traditional Cajun dishes like jambalaya, crawfish pie, and filé gumbo, as well as playing music and having a good time with his friends. The lyrics include references to places in Louisiana like Thibodeaux and Fontainbleau, and imply that the night will be a wild and joyous one.


Line by Line Meaning

Goodbye Joe, me gotta' go, me oh my oh
Farewell, Joe, I have to leave, my goodness


Me gotta' go pole the pirogue down the bayou
I have to go navigate the flat-bottomed boat down the river


My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
My beloved Yvonne, the most delightful one


Son of a gun, we'll have big fun, on the bayou.
We'll have a great time on the river


Jumbalaya, and a crawfish pie, and a file gumbo.
A spicy rice bowl, a savoury crustacean dish, and a stew made with roux


Cause' tonight I'm gonna' see my Machez a mio
Because tonight I'll be reunited with my dear girlfriend


Pick guitar, fill fruit jar, and be gay- oh
Play the guitar, refill our drinks, and have a merry time


Thibodeaux, Fontainbleau, the place is buzzin'
Thibodeaux and Fontainbleau are lively and busy


Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Many relatives come to visit Yvonne


Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Dress up and have a wild time


Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
A spicy rice dish, a crustacean pie, and a stew made with fish fillets


Son of a gun, we'll have big fun, on the bayou.
We'll have a great time on the river


Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
We'll have a great time on the river


Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
We'll have a great time on the river




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David W.


on The Ballad of Jake McClusky

Verse 1

Well every friday evening, when Jake McClusky’d finished eating,

he’d excuse himself and hurry off to his weekly lodgehall meeting.

Till Ethel Mae his wife found out what no one could dispute;

That that lodgehall was no lodge at all, but a house of ill repute.


Now I don’t think I've ever seen a woman quite that mad before.

She marched right down to that evil place and started kicking in the door.

She yelled, “I know you’re in there, Jake McClusky, you low down philanderin’ liar.”

And then she soaked her down with kerosene, and set the whole dang place on fire.


Well the crowed had gathered up outside but no one moved or spoke.

Till a trembling voice from deep inside said, *cough* *cough* “I smell smoke.”

Then that ole house started shaking, folks began to scream and shout.

Then the door flew off its hinges and, Lord, folks start spewin’ out.


Chorus

Oh the flames (oh the flames), of retribution.

Could be seen (could be seen), from miles around.

Yea there never was so much confusion in a lil’ Georgia town,

As the day that Ethel Mae McClusky burned the lodgehall down.


Verse 2

First judge Oliver Wendell Justice came out runnin’ for his life,

But he turned and ran back in the flames when he caught sight of his wife.

And self ordained Elijah Bane, and evangelist of sorts,

Claimed he’s down there savin’ souls in his pinstripe jockey shorts.


Then out came the mayor, and a banker we all knew.

The police chief, and the sheriff, and a deputy or two.

And when they asked the sheriff what he was doin’ in that den of degradation

He said, “Well me and the boys just carrying out a little undercover investigation.”


And then the ladies of the evening clad in just their lingerie,

Were crying, “We’ve lost everything, how’ll we live, where’ll we stay?”

And then a lawyer said, “I’ll help you file for welfare so you can eat,

And you can all stay out at my place till you can get back off your feet.”


Chorus

Oh the flames (oh the flames), of retribution.

Could be seen (could be seen), from miles around.

Yea there never was so much confusion in a lil’ Georgia town,

As the day that Ethel Mae McClusky burned the lodgehall down.


Verse 3

Now where ole Jake McClusky is today, is anybody’s guess.

He came smokin’ out that back door, in a state of complete undress.

Ran streaking off into the night and no one’s seen him since.

But I’ll always recall how he mooned us all as he cleared the backyard fence.


Chorus x2

Oh the flames (oh the flames), of retribution.

Could be seen (could be seen), from miles around.

Yea there never was so much confusion in a lil’ Georgia town,

As the day that Ethel Mae McClusky burned the lodgehall down.

Ron Moon


on The Booger Man

I have copied the lyrics from the original recording if you want them.

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