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

Chorus

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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