Текст Little Feat – I Will Pay For Gumbo

I don’t smoke, I don’t shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin’ on my back.
Don’t eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo

It started at my Grandma’s kitchen down by the sea,
She warned me when she told me «son the first one’s free»
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.

A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It’s a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you’re gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibadeaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo.

I’m not talkin’ quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
Or a pound of caviar that’s a rich man’s dream.
No banana split No fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo

A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.

Maybe it’s the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it’s that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
But I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo

The sauce boss does his cookin’ on the stage,
Stirrin’ and a singing for his nightly wage.
Sweating and frettin’ from his head to his toe,
Playin’ and swayin’ with the gumbo
Prayin’ and buffetin’ with the gumbo