Jambalaya (On The Bayou)

Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh.
He gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
His Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dressed in style they go hog wild, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and crawfish pie, filé gumbo
For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue
and he'll catch all the fish in the bayou.
Swap his mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya and crawfish pie, filé gumbo
For tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

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Johnny Angel (Yesterday Once More oldie)

Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel,
You're an Angel to me.

Johnny Angel, how I love him.
He's got something I can't resist,
But he doesn't even know that I exist.

Johnny Angel, how I want him.
How I tingle when he passes by.
Every time he says "Hello" my heart begins to fly.

I remember how I get carried away.
I dream of him and me, and how it's gonna be.

Other fellas call me up for a date,
but I just sit and wait, I'd rather concentrate ...

... on Johnny Angel.
'Cause I love him.
And I pray that someday he'll love me.
And together we will see how lovely heaven will be

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