Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh He gotta go-pole the pirogue go 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, the go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-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 mom to buy Yvonne what she need-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo (hee-haw) For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou

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 Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, place is buzzin' Kinfolk's come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Well Thibodeaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou, oh, guitar Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Oh, Lord, hang tight, ooh Lord Ah, take it out, here comes, ah

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go down the bayou 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 Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie, and-a file gumbo Yeah, tonight I'm a-gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar and a-fill a fruit jar and we gonna be gay-oh The son of a gun, we're gonna have a little fun on the bayou, yeah Thibodeaux, Fontainebleau, the place is buzzing Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, they go hog wild, me oh, my oh The son of a gun, we're gonna have a little fun on the bayou Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie, and-a file gumbo Well, tonight I'm going to see my machez amio Pick guitar, gonna fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou

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 Jambalaya and a crawfish pie on a filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, filled fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dressed in style, go hog wild, oh me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie on a filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna meet my ma cher amio Pick guitar, filled fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie on a filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, filled fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Ha-ha-ha-ha-hai

Pretend you're happy when you're blue It isn't very hard to do & You will find happiness without an end if you'll pretend Remember, anyone can dream & Nothing's bad as it may seem The little things you haven't got could be a lot if you'll pretend You'll find the love you can share One you can call your own Just close your eyes, you'll be there You'll never be alone & If you sing this melody You'll be pretending just like me Well, what's mine, it can be yours, my friend So why don't you pretend? You'll find the love you can share One you can call your own Just close your eyes, you'll be there You'll never be alone & If you sing this melody You'll be pretending just like me Well, what's mine, it can be yours, my friend So why don't you pretend? So why don't you pretend? Come on, so why don't you pretend?

Well, come on pretty baby won't you walk with me Come on pretty baby won't you talk with me Come on pretty baby give me one more chance Try and save our romance Slow down Baby, now you're moving way too fast Won't you gimme little loving Gimme little loving Ow, if you want our love to last Well I used to walk you home baby after school Carry your books home, too Baby now you're offered a diamong ring Baby what're you trying to do You better slow down Baby, now you're moving way too fast Won't you gimme little loving Gimme little loving Brrr, if you want our love to last Well you know that I love you, tell the world I do Come on pretty baby, why can't you be true I need you badly, baby, oh so bad The best little woman I ever had Slow down Baby, now you're moving way too fast You gotta gimme little loving Gimme little loving Ow, if you want our love to last

Summertime, And the livin' is easy Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high. Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry. One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky. But till that morning There's a'nothing can harm you With daddy and mamma standing by. Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' Your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' everyday So hush little baby Don't you cry. Well don't you cry Don't cry Summertime