[Verse 1]
When I came home all tired and hot,
I looked around for my stew pot.
And when I found it, it was drained
of all my gumbo unexplained.
It ain’t Miss Locks done ate my eats.
The one that did left no receipts.
He took my spoon and slurped some down,
then took my bowl and went to town.
[Chorus]
I’ve got a special recipe
that churns your stomach like the sea
and makes ya queasy ‘till you run
to your throne room for the fun.
It’ll leave your gizzard clean,
wash out your gut, and scrub your spleen.
And all that gumbo that he stole
is gonna take a jumbo toll.
[Verse 2]
And when he found my perfect cot,
he took my gal there for a trot.
They carried on ‘till just before
I threw them out through my front door.
Then I pulled out the other pot:
the tasty batch they failed to spot.
And oh how sweet it all went down
to know what waited for that clown.
[Chorus]
I’ve got a special recipe
that churns your stomach like the sea
and makes ya queasy ‘till you run
to your throne room for the fun.
It’ll leave your gizzard clean,
wash out your gut, and scrub your spleen.
And all that gumbo that he stole
is gonna take a jumbo toll.
[Verse 3]
They didn’t know I had two pots
with ash in one and it was lots,
but not enough that they could taste
the hidden secret I had placed.
It brought them to their knees for days
while my revenge took hold six ways.
They raced each other for his pot,
to get there first and take a squat.
[Chorus]
I’ve got a special recipe
that churns your stomach like the sea
and makes ya queasy ‘till you run
to your throne room for the fun.
It’ll leave your gizzard clean,
wash out your gut, and scrub your spleen.
And all that gumbo that he stole
is gonna take a jumbo toll.
[Outro: retardando]
When Goldy came to eat with me,
we laughed so hard I bruised my knee.
My gumbo cleaned them out so well
that they ate Rolaids for a spell.
Lyrics, Bill Graham
