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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | I Will Play for Gumbo |
| I don't smokeI don't shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
Don't eat beignetstoo much sugar and dough
But I will play for gumbo
YesI will play for gumbo
It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea
She warned me when she told me "son the first one's free"
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yeaI will play for gumbo.
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A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It's a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you're gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
I will play for gumbo
YesI will play for gumbo.
I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes
Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
NoI will play for gumbo
YeahI will play for gumbo
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Maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it's that voodoo from Marie Leveaux
But I will play for gumbo
YeahI will play for gumbo
The sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage
Stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage.
Sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe
Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
Prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo
[Chorus]
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