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If you walk in right off the street |
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You can take the load right off your feet |
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Mamma bring the menu to your seat |
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But the bill of fare be short & Seet |
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Won't find no etouffe |
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Mamm never ever could cook that way |
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She's all ancien regime |
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No nouvell cuisine |
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She's cooking gumbo |
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A mighty rad gumbo |
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It's the only way she can go |
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Down at the Club Rad Gumbo |
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Now the heads and shells stay in the stock |
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She stirs her roux and really rocks |
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One gallon shellfish stock or water |
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Man this gumbo is made to order |
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Two toes of garlick finely chopped |
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Man this party just can't be stopped |
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Mamma's pots are boiling, band starts to blow |
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Piano keys flying like Fats Domino |
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She's cooking gumbo |
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A mighty rad gumbo |
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It's the only way she can go |
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Down at the Club Rad Gumbo |
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Oh no, no escargot, no cordon bleu |
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This ain't the place to go lookin' for beef stew |
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But if you like tender shrimp and rice |
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If ya think ya can stand the spice |
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She's cooking gumbo |
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A mighty rad gumbo |
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Now people come from miles around |
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To see what Mamma's puttin' down |
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Everybody knows her name |
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She in the seafood hall of fame |
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I gotta get that recipe |
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If it means the death of me |
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Get my spyboy to sneak a look |
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Into Mamma's book |
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She's cooking gumbo |
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A mighty rad gumbo |
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It's the only way she can go |
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Down at the Club Rad Gumbo |
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She's cooking gumbo |
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A mighty rad gumbo |
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It's the only way she can go |
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Down at the Club Rad Gumbo |
