Well, goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my-oh,   Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou.   My Yvonne, my sweetest one, me oh my-oh,   Well, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.      Well, jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filé gumbo,   'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-oh.   I'm gonna pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,   Well, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.      Thibodeax, Fontaineau, the place is buzzin',   Kinfolks come to see Yvonne by the dozen.   Get dressed in style, go hog wild, me oh my-oh,   Well, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.      Well, jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filé gumbo,   'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-oh.   I'm gonna pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,   Well, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.      Gonna settle down far from town, get me a pirogue,   Gonna catch all the fish in the bayou,   Gonna spend my money, get Yvonne what she need-oh,   Well, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.      Well, jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filé gumbo,   'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher amie-oh.   Gonna pick guitar, yes, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh,   Well, son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.