Nedro's habits and environs are dictated by Nedro's wife. Until her taste in music shifts to fully embrace the Cajun genre, my exile in the water closet will remain enforced.
A pragmatic solution would be to run off with a Cajun girl, but being in the twilight of my life, a queue of those willing has not yet formed.
er .. before I forget: nice version, Jamey!
Do you start with the second part?
I will try to make up an attempt of my own, also based on the Chris version,
which I like very much, because it has a kind of creole quality to it.