If you walk right in, off the street You can take the load right off your feet
Mama bring a menu to your seat But the bills are fat, I'll be short and sweet
Won't find no edge in vain Mama never ever could cook that way
She on a cheating regime No new map we've seen
She cookin' gumbo A minor at gumbo
It's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumbo
Heavy shells stay in the stock She stirs the brood and really rocks
One gallon shellfish stock or water Mandy's gumbo is made to order
Two toasts of garlic with fiery chops Mandy's water just can't be stopped
Mama's pot's a-boilin' The band starts to blow
Caterpillars flyin' like a fast domino
She cookin' gumbo A minor at gumbo
It's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumbo
Oh no, no escargot No corn on blue
This ain't the place to go Lookin' for a feast too
But if you like a tin of shrimp and rice If you think you can stand the spice
She cookin' gumbo A minor at gumbo
Now when people come from miles around They dig what Mama's puttin' down
Everybody knows her name She in the seafood hall of fame
I gotta get that recipe If it means a step for me
Get my supply for the sneak and look In the Mama's book
She cookin' gumbo A minor at gumbo
It's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumbo
She cookin' gumbo A minor at gumbo
It's the only way she can go Down at the club at gumbo
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