Gris Gris

FZ: Are you ready por Star Time, ladies and gentlemen?

Howard: Star Time, ladies and gentlemen!

FZ: Ladies and gentlemen . . . Oh, fuck off, you idiot. You know, I get so tired of people that say that kind of stuff in the audience. "Whay don't you say something really smart, like, 'Play 'Louie Louie''?" It's Star Time, kids! Don't you recognize Dr. John, live in person here?

The Mothers: Yeah!

FZ: [...] He came down here to do a thing for you

Howard: Do it, Dr. John, do it!

Jeff: Hit it, brother!

Dr. John:
They call me Dr. John
The Night Dripper
I've got my satchel of gris-gris in my hand
I go [...]
Way down the bayou
[...] to breathe doing that on my [...]

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya

Dr. John:
Oh, I don't need no Fender amplifier

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya

Dr. John:
And my band be cookin'!

FZ: Ha ha ha . .

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya

Dr. John:
And my girl [...]

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya

Dr. John:
Just like a big rock show, everybody sing along!

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya . .

Dr. John:
Sing along, [...]
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya!
[...]
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya!

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya
Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya . .

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya . .

Dr. John:
I want some baby to hone my tool

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya . .

Dr. John:
[...] pick my life and leave this [...]

Rance
Muhammitz

[...]

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya

Mark: Suss it out, wankers!

Dr. John:
I want some baby
To hone my tool
Squeeze it, yeah!

Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya