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 [bad word] Hicks don't 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 [bad word] 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]

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
I'll 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 [bad word] on the [bad word] block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky [bad word] meters
She has one of those built in heaters

[M2]

Voodoo [bad word] casting their spells [bad word] drag queens shakin' their bells
Silver sound escapes the [bad word] Watch your leg someone might hump it

Chicken [bad word] 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