Pumpin’ the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She’s the mystic heat of the Bourbon Street dream
She’s just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you little boy
You better leave her alone

Leroy Brown thought he was bad too
Til she left him floating in the Old Bayou
She’s the kind of girl
She’s built like a bomb
She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde get down

That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
French electric  a [bad word] shocking swamp fox
Heaten queen of sleeze she’s hot to the box
But let me tell you little boy
She’ll clean your clock

slick and sly spy
Stuck in the muck of the moat
Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat
Double-o-dooms day for Mr. James Bond
She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde get down