off of the shrimp boat boy what a day venice just ain t no place to play i guess i m headed up breaux bridge way to see my brown angelina i took her out to the cajun inn to see jolet my very best friend and we got drunk and broke up the bar for my brown angelina mama mama won t you go my bail sittin on my cold dead ass on the floor of the breaux bridge jail mama mama won t you go my bail sittin on my cold dead ass on the floor of the breaux bridge jail the sheriff he came in mean as a bear and gave me that empty dead man s stare he grabbed jolet and me by the hair and broke up our little party he chauffeured us in his po lice car with the lights a flashin like a blood red star and he left us sittin here where we are to take home brown angelina mama mama won t you go my bail sittin on my cold dead ass on the floor of the breaux bridge jail mama mama won t you go my bail sittin on my cold dead ass on the floor of the breaux bridge jail