Sittin' on a sack of beans
Sittin' down in the New Orleans
You wouldn't believe what I've seen
Sittin' on that sack of beansLunatics on pogo sticks
Another Southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
People on the street just kickin' to the licksYes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in the New OrleansOh good brother, just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jawI saw a bird walkin' down the block
Her name, Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knockYes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in the New OrleansA little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willySo I found her in the Quarter
Good God, how I adored her!
Oh, she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her RosieI kiss your hair, your skin so bare
I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I like betterTwinkle twinkle, little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin' down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hardApache Rose's got a rockin' peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heatersI kiss your hair, your skin so bare
I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I like betterVoodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg, someone might hump itChickens, strut your butt, let's rock
Gettin' it on under your frock
Flowin' like a flame all through the night
My girl's insane but it's alrightYes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in the New Orleans