If you walk right in, off the street You can take the load right off your feetMama bring a menu to your seat But the bills are fat, I'll be short and sweetWon't find no edge in vain Mama never ever could cook that wayShe on a cheating regime No new map we've seenShe cookin' gumbo A minor at gumboIt's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumboHeavy shells stay in the stock She stirs the brood and really rocksOne gallon shellfish stock or water Mandy's gumbo is made to orderTwo toasts of garlic with fiery chops Mandy's water just can't be stoppedMama's pot's a-boilin' The band starts to blowCaterpillars flyin' like a fast dominoShe cookin' gumbo A minor at gumboIt's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumboOh no, no escargot No corn on blueThis ain't the place to go Lookin' for a feast tooBut if you like a tin of shrimp and rice If you think you can stand the spiceShe cookin' gumbo A minor at gumboNow when people come from miles around They dig what Mama's puttin' downEverybody knows her name She in the seafood hall of fameI gotta get that recipe If it means a step for meGet my supply for the sneak and look In the Mama's bookShe cookin' gumbo A minor at gumboIt's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumboShe cookin' gumbo A minor at gumboIt's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumbo*