Lyrics:
Joe le ta-xi,
Y va pas par-tout
Y march' pas au so-da
Son sa-xo jaun'
Con-naît tout's les rues par coeur
Tous les p'tits bars
Tous les coins
Joe le ta-xi,
Y va pas par-tout
Y march' pas au so-da
Son sa-xo jaun'
Con-naît tout's les rues par coeur
Tous les p'tits bars
Tous les coins
Joe le ta-xi,
Y va pas par-tout
Y march' pas au so-da
Son sa-xo jaun'
Con-naît tout's les rues par coeur
Tous les p'tits bars
Tous les coins
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o son of a gun
The old man paid no mind to color
'Cause he knew that I'd been down and out
Old Joe said that I was a soul brother
From the things I'd been singin'
Joe traîne à Pigalle toute la journée
Il siffle des chansons qu'il a inventées
Il aime les coups qu'on donne et ceux qu'on reçoit
Son cran d'arrêt
Joe traîne à Pigalle toute la journée
Il siffle des chansons qu'il a inventées
Il aime les coups qu'on donne et ceux qu'on reçoit
Son cran d'arrêt
A good-bye Joe, you gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
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
with a half way grin
He said no this happens every now and then
Every driver in here knows Big Joe
But son let me tell you what happened bout ten years
from
So I took my cause to the streets and I yelled:
I lost my son (at the Trader Joe's)
Left drying out (Rotting with the Fruit)
Whereabouts Unknown
want to talk to me
She don't want me as her Joe
But even the son of God
Has got to have a step dad
A father figure for the virgin mother's kid
And it
Robert à la trompette
Sort des sons pas très nets
Qui irritent les tympans
Des trop rares clients
Quand les autre prennent un solo
Joe l'arménien
they don't need
Now let the hunt proceed
This is your son joe fucker
Pen gone bleed
Let the back row be
Let the front row fit the profile
Fit to be beat
funny money that's funded through plunders of war
Your Son, Joe, and the key is slipped under the door
An unspoken agreement, like a pimp slipped under
a listener to a writer
Igniting another fire, a pyre became of twigs
And I'm dying to see these liars indicting these fucking pigs
This is Your Son, Joe
behind
As he's stoically dumped in the community pit
With a liberal spadeful of lime.
Joe Magarac's son-in-law's cousin
Takes
In the backseat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my Uncle Joe in
come through
Well-well, the 'right-left' that Joe Louis was usin'
Hoo-well, man
Give John Henry, Louis's head the blues, now
Well-well, then Joe's
and I'm great like Joe Bryant Son
Or more like Griffey in Seattle when he swang and swung
I'm out the Park on that Kush when I hit the Bong
Higher then
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
A good-bye Joe, you gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
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
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
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