Po’ guy Joe, his feed be faux, a big lie-o.
He think he stow cuisine that’s hau’ from the bayou.
He been conned…broken bond by Chef Lie-So.
Some think it’s fun to gull someone…make ’im dine faux.

“Jambalaya” is a bald-faced lie; just a fib way jumbo.
Just ain’t right, pass off these eats as fare that’s real-o.
Fish like char ain’t in thar; thar’s no way, so
grub mostly chum, and Joe’s a chump as he dine faux.

True fish don’t go to this po’ schmoe; some bread he’s dunkin’
in this slop; Tabasco stop it from funkin’.
Big chef vile, he got guile as he smile-o.
Bucket o’ chum’s what made a lunch. Would I try? No!

“Jambalaya” is a bald-faced lie; just a fib way jumbo.
Just ain’t right, declare these feeds as fare that’s real-o.
Shit like gar stuffed in thar; ain’t no Coho.
Grub mostly chum, and Joe get plump on this dine faux.