text: Well I wish I was in New Orleans
  I can see it in my dreams
  Arm in arm down Burgundy
  A bottle and my friends and me
  Hoist up a few tall cool ones
  Play some pool and listen to that
  Tenor saxaphone calling me home
  And I can hear the band begin
  When The Saints Go Marching In
  By the whiskers on my chin
  New Orleans Ill be there
  Ill drink you under the table
  Be red nose go for walks
  The old haunts what I wants
  Is red beans and rice
  And wear the dress I like so well
  Meet me at the old saloon
  Make sure theres a Dixie moon
  New Orleans Ill be there
  And deal the cards roll the dice
  If it aint that ole Chuck E. Weiss
  And Claiborne Avenue me and you
  Sam Jones and all
  And I wish I was in New Orleans
  I can see it in my dreams
  Arm in arm down Burgundy
  A bottle and my friends and me
  New Orleans Ill be there