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Sittin' on a sack of beans
Sittin' down in New-Orleans
You won't believe what I've seen
Sittin' on that sack of beans
Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
The people on the street just kickin' to the licks
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
A mentally or physically
I wanna be in New-Orleans
Oh good brother, just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin' down the block
Her name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak, I was in shock
But I told my knees to please not knock
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
A mentally or physically
I wanna be in New-Orleans
A little boy came along
A name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy
So 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 Rosey
I'll 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 liked better
Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin' down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard
Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacock
Hottest ass on the God damn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters
I'll 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 liked better
Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
A silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg, someone might hump it
Chicken strut your butt, let's rock !
Gettin' it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl's insane but it's all right
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
A mentally or physically
I wanna be in New-Orleans
Sittin' down in New-Orleans
You won't believe what I've seen
Sittin' on that sack of beans
Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
The people on the street just kickin' to the licks
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
A mentally or physically
I wanna be in New-Orleans
Oh good brother, just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin' down the block
Her name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak, I was in shock
But I told my knees to please not knock
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
A mentally or physically
I wanna be in New-Orleans
A little boy came along
A name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy
So 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 Rosey
I'll 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 liked better
Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin' down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard
Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacock
Hottest ass on the God damn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters
I'll 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 liked better
Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
A silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg, someone might hump it
Chicken strut your butt, let's rock !
Gettin' it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl's insane but it's all right
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
A mentally or physically
I wanna be in New-Orleans