text: 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
  Yes, my favorite place to be
  Is not a land called Honalee
  Oh, 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
  Yes, my favorite place to be
  Is not a land called Honalee
  Oh, mentally or physically
  I wanna be in New Orleans
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
  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
  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
  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
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
  Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
  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
  Yes, my favorite place to be
  Is not a land called Honalee
  Oh, mentally or physically
  I wanna be in New Orleans