Sittin on a sack of beans
Sittin down in New Orleans
You wouldnt believe what Ive seen
Sitting on that sack of beans


Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks dont mix with politics
People on the street just kickin to the licks


[M1]
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
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
Name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock


[M1]


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 Rosey


[M2]
I kiss your hair your skin so bare
Ill 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 goddamn block
Rockin to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters


[M2]


Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it


Chicken strut your butt lets rock
Gettin it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girls insane but its all right


[M1]