BOURBON STREET BLUES
As sung by Louis Prima

Now listen, all you hep ones,
You squares and out-o'-step ones.
I've got a story to tell.
It's all about a street
In New Orleans, and it's a treat
To go there.
You got to go there—

To get the Bourbon Street blues,
And you will never lose
This feeling that you'll find
'Cause it's a fun street.
You'll get the Bourbon Street blues,
No matter what you choose,
This freedom you won't mind,
'Cause it's a fun street.

The music is the craziest.
The people are the gaziest.
The traffic is the jammiest.
The doormen are the hammiest.
The cops are the iciest;
The red beans, the riciest,
And, boy, the girls are the spiciest.
You'll get the Bourbon Street blues.
You're sure to have a ball,
And you're a cinch to fall
For this wildest,
Beguiledest,
Bourbon Street.

The food is the homiest.
The beer is the foamiest.
The gumbo, the tastiest.
The pizza, the pastiest.
The Mardi Gras, the mightiest.
The night clubs, the nightiest.
And boy, the girls are the sightiest.
You'll get the Bourbon Street blues.
You're sure to have a ball,
And you're a cinch to fall
For this wildest,
Beguiledest,
Bourbon Street.