| 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 and sweet
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| Won’t find no etouffe'
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| Mamma 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 cook 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 garlic finely chopped
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| Man this party just can’t be stopped
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| Mamma’s pots are boiling, the band starts to blow
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| Piano keys flying like Fats Domino
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| She cook 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 cook gumbo
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| A mighty Rad Gumbo
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| Now people comin' 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 cook 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 cook 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 |