I Will Play For Gumbo

Intro I () don't smoke I don't shoot smack But I got a spicy monkey riding on my back Don't eat beignets too much sugar and dough But ()mbo Yes ()mbo It started in my grandma's in her kitchen by the sea She warned me when where she told me "son the first one's free" It hit me like a rock or some Taekwondo Cause ()mbo Oh yeah ()mbo ) 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 Thibodaux ()mbo Yes, ()mbo I'm not () talking quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes Or a pile of caviar that's a rich man's dream No banana split or filet of pompano No, ()mbo Yeah, ()mbo Solo ) 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 () Maybe it's that 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 Laveau But ()mbo Hey ()mbo Now the () sauce boss makes his cookin' on the stage Singing and a-picking for his nightly wage Sweating and a frettin' from his head to his toe ()mbo ()mbo ) 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 Thibodaux ()mbo ()mbo ()mbo ()mbo Fade Out