gonna give us supper.
We gonna eat some food that's rare.
At the head of the table.
I'm gonna place Brother Henry's chair.
I'm gonna invite all the local
big dogs.
We gonna laugh, we gonna talk,
we gonna eat.
Then I'm gonna scoop up the bones
for Henry Jones,
cuz Henry doesn't eat no meat.
Today I'm going to the market
I'm gonna buy a whole lot of fish
old fish that will thrill brother Henry
be cause fish is his special dish
I'm gonna get him a large
can of molasses
so we all will have something
sweet to eat
then I'm gonna scoop up the bones
for Henry Jones,
cause Henry doesn't eat
no meat.
Henry's not a drinker,
he's not a boozer like me.
He rally takes a nip.
Henry doesn't need a napkin
because the things that Henry
eats don't drip, blip.
One day we had a banquet.
It really was a bake.
We started off eating short ribs of beef,
then we finished up eating steak.
But after the feast was over,
Brother Henry just sat down in his
seat like a gentleman.
Then I raked up the bones
for Henry Jones,
Cause Henry doesn't eat no meat
He's a fruit man
Henry doesn't eat no meat
He's a egg man
Henry doesn't eat no meat
He's a vegetarian
Henry doesn't eat no meat
He loves the gristle
Henry doesn't eat no meat
Now I'll try to do for you a Cajun song,
very popular in Louisiana,
especially New Orleans.
Cajon means fractured French
with a dash of Casablanca mixed up in it,
a little African,
you know, integrated French.
The name of the song is Hé là bas,
that means in Creole, French, Cajon,
or Patois,
Hey over there you.