RAD GUMBO
As recorded by Little Feat on "The Best of Little Feat" (2006)

If you walk right in off the street,
You can take the load right off your feet.
Mama'll bring a menu to your seat,
But the bill of fare be short an' sweet.

Won't find no étouffé.
Mama never ever could cook that way.
She's all ancien regime,
No nouvelle cuisine.

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

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 garlic finely chopped.
Man, this party just can't be stopped!
Mama's pots are boilin', band starts to blow,
Piano keys flyin' like a Fats Domino.

She cookin' 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 a tender shrimp and rice,
If you think you can stand the spice,

She cooks a gumbo,
A mighty rad gumbo.

Now the people come from miles around
To dig what Mama's puttin' down.
Ever'body knows her name.
She in the Seafood Hall of Fame.

I gotta get that recipe
If it means the death of me.
Get my spy-boy to sneak a look
In Mama's book.

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

She cookin' gumbo.
It's a mighty rad gumbo.
It's the only way she can go,
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo.