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 beans

Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another Southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don`t mix with politics
People on the street just kickin` to the licks

Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in the 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 Peac**k
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock

Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in the New Orleans

A little boy came along
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 Rosie

I 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 better

Twinkle twinkle, little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin` down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard

Apache Rose`s got a rockin` peac**k
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin` to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters

I 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 better

Voodoo gurus casting their spells
C**katoo drag queens shakin` their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg, someone might hump it

Chickens, 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 alright

Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in the New Orleans