Versuri 13. Apache Rose Peacock

Sittin' on a sack of beans 
Sittin' down in New Orleans 
You wouldn't believe what I've seen 
Sitting 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 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 
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 New Orleans 
 
A little boy came along 
Name of Louis Armstrong 
Said that girl who left me silly 
She likes 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 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 
 
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 
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells 
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 
Mentally or physically 
I wanna be in New Orleans