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Thought sausage fallen through your head |
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Bits and pieces hanging in the shed |
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Churnin' out links on the other side |
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Cut 'em up again and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce |
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Mama's gumbo, silky fine |
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Papa's birthday, takin' up time |
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Tight little secret from my mama's side, |
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Use a little secret and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce, stir it |
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Mama said "back out the kitchen 'til I'm good and ready |
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Stuff ain't ready yet!" |
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Mama's gumbo, bubblin' time, |
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Aw, little baby, sittin' to the side |
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Matter of the spatter just makin' him cry |
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Swipe a little drop of it and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce |
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Thought sausage smokin' in the shed |
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Tickle in the kitchen just losin' that head |
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Laughin' out loud at supper time |
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One more taste and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce, stir it |
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Mama said "get out the kitchen, daddy, 'til I'm good and ready |
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This stuff ain't ready yet!" |
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Mama said "get out the kitchen, daddy, 'til I'm good and ready |
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Just come and get it!" |
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Mama said "come on in this kitchen, daddy, 'cause I'm good and ready |
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Come on and get it!" |
