Lyrics:

Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Martin Kibbee, Sam Clayton, Ken Gradney, Neon Park
If you walk in off the street
You can take the load right off your feet
Mamma bring the menu to your seat
But the bill of fare be short & sweet

Won't find no etouffe
Mamm never ever could cook it that way
She's all ancien regime
No nouvell cuisine

She cook gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo

Now the heads and shells stay in the stock
She stirs her roux and really rocks
One gallon shellfish stock or water
Man this gumbo is made to order

Two toes of garlick finely chopped
Man this party just can't be stopped
Mamma's pots are boiling, band starts to blow
Piano keys a flying like Fats Domino

She cook gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo

Oh no, no escargot, no cordon bleu
This ain't the place to go lookin' for beef stew
But if you like tender shrimp and rice
If ya think ya can stand the spice

She cook gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo

Now the people come from miles around
Dig what Mamma's puttin' down
Everybody knows her name
She in the seafood hall of fame

I got to get that recipe
If it means the death of me
Get my spyboy to sneak a look
Into Mamma's book

She cook gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo

She cook gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo