Lyrics:

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 Yes, I will play for gumbo It started at my Grandma's kitchen 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. [Chorus:] 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 or fillet of pompano. No, I will play for gumbo, Yeah, I will play for gumbo [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]