Fire On the Bayou - Keith Frank

Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh He gotta go-pole the pirogue go 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 kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dressed in style, the go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh 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 mom to buy Yvonne what she need-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo (hee-haw) For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo For tonight, I'm a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, place is buzzin' Kinfolk's come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Come on, Joe, we gotta go, me oh my oh. We gotta go, take the pirogue down the bayou. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou. I said now Come on, Joe, we gotta go, oh on the bayou We gotta go, take the pirogue down the bayou. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou. Well, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see oh my cher amio. Oh now, pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou. Oh let's go then! Well, come on, Joe, and now we gotta go, oh down the bayou. Yeah, We gotta go, take the pirogue down to bayou. Bring your Ma, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we're having fun on the bayou. Well, Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see oh my cher amio. Bring your Ma, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou.

Jeg har en ven der hedder Frank og han siger jeg ska' forstå det Han siger det handler om en ketcher Og en bold med fjer som man kan slå til Han siger vi må gøre noget, det er ved at være pinligt Verdensklasse på DK4, det' da urimeligt Vi bor i et land hvor ting ik' bare sådan ka' opstå Vi har det fint, men der' ik' nogen bjerg' at kravl' op på Make badminton great again Make badminton great again Make badminton great again Great again Mig og Frank vi er venner, sådan er det bare Jeg sku' spørge fra mor om han vil med hjem og spis'? Ja måske, far Hvis man ik' kender en ret de kan li' ska' man ik' inviter' nogen Hva' ska' man så gøre når man bar' gern' vil imponer' nogen? Han siger at jeg er med i hans klub og jeg forstår det ik' helt Det er en sport der vil ud af et skab - mon den formår det? Ik' helt Make badminton great again Make badminton great again Make badminton great again Great again Make badminton great again Make badminton, badminton great again Alt for længe har badminton Stået i skyggen af fodbold, håndbold og tennis Det er på høje tid at vi tager kampen op Og med stolthed åbner det store danske pokalskab Og bare kigger på pokalerne Make badminton great again Make badminton great again Make badminton great again Great again Do it! Make badminton great again - Let's do it! Make badminton, badminton Make badminton - Let's do it! Let's do it! Let's do it! Great again

I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff Sometimes I need to let it out Put it on my chest and blow it off Sometimes I just needed a minute Other times I needed you to let me off But we could build a bridge and get it over it But you still seem to have it in your head That the world isn't in your palm And too many people They can't even handle the truth They need to know now 'Cause I just spoke to Frank He told me why I'm confused I need to slow down But there's too much weight in your decisions It's affecting your condition But if all your satin silk don't keep the devil at bay Then you should dress down And we're driving to the edge with the city lights on I know you're wondering why nobody Stickin' around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the West side baby don't you feel wholesome? But you fall short of your potential, baby this'll be a problem I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff I get you're going through some shit Raise a glass to your mother We can sip it off Don't look the other way When I ask if you're okay No need to shrug me off But we just really need to get over it But you still seem to have it in your That the world, it isn't in your palm And too many people They can't even handle the truth They need to know now That sending messages through your cracked screen Should be the only time you look down But these demons are clouding up your vision And crippling your ambition So take your own advice And keep doing yourself Don't ever calm down Now we're driving to the edge with the city lights on I know you're wondering why nobody Stickin' around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the West side baby don't you feel wholesome? But you fall short of your potential, baby this'll be a problem But baby it's a strange world But I'll keep it strange for you And I'll rearrange for you Such a strange world But baby it's a strange world But I'll keep it strange for you Ooh, I'll rearrange for you It's a strange world Driving to the edge with the city lights on Nobody stickin' around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the West side baby don't you feel wholesome? But you fall short of your potential, baby this'll be a problem