Lyrics:
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
My mama done tol' me, when I was in knee-pants
My mama done tol' me, "Son a woman'll sweet talk"
And give you the big eye, but when the sweet
into Joe's about six-fifteen
And I was ready to pour 'em down
Because at eight o'clock Delilah was a-meeting me there
Well I thought I would have
Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne sweetest one me oh my oh son of a gun we'll have big fun
an old old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockin' at his door
I'm the local witch doctor, son
They call me Joe Joseph Black
Now tell me, what's your
an old old man in a kangaroo skin came a-knockin' at his door
I'm the local witch doctor, son
They call me Joe Joseph Black
Now tell me, what's your
Joe Pesci t’course sort son flingue et te bute
Ai bien conscience du V du vendredi 13
Des masques créant la révolution vas y sers bien les fesses
Crie
tantos estão querendo me ter em show
e tu acha que vai ter o pierrxt
ego mais inflado que fat joe
arrumando as malas pro big joe
não ouve meus sons
Back about eighteen hundred and some a Louisiana couple had a red headed son
No name soothe him Jim Jack or Joe they just called him Billy Bayou
Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun,
Good-bye, 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
up
Impeach Joe Biden like they did Donald Trump
Majori Taylor Greene wants Biden impeached
He committed bribery and his son is a creep
If he serve
Written by Joe Babcock
Recorded by Hank Snow
I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail
Dad said son if you keep your hands
dans mes jours
Ni dans les tiens sur la terre du Bon Dieu
C'est la faute à Joe Féraille
Joe Féraille ce grand canaille
Il m'a vendu le whiskie, prêté
Joe le taxi, il va pas partout
Il marche pas au soda
Son saxo jaune
Connaît toutes les rues par cœur
Tous les petits bars
Tous les coins noirs
Et la
femme à Joe jacke sa brassière
L'inconnu enlève son veston
Y'a quelque chose de cochon dans l'air
Comme dans Bleu Nuit à Quatre Saisons
La testostérone
the buddah blues
My name Joe my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh no I'm not the one
My
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Well, goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me-o, my-o
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
Good-bye, 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
searching through the rug like Joe Biden's son
Hook (OT The Real & Millyz)
We can make war or we can make money
We can get money or we can go to war
We
?? chase then I will play
Around with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and never stop
Better get yourself together let's rock,
Good-bye Joe, we gotta go, me oh my oh
we gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Bueno bueno concentrémonos
Mucha cosa dispersa, toca mezclar en mono
Birra en la despensa, pa acompañar este son
Como Joe Dispenza, música pal
gonna even try cah you ain't changed
Tell me now, do you even feel the same
Yo, B I ain't your average joe
Grandma told me, son, yo, keep it on the go
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