Hey!
It's trailer parks and swamps
Canoes and cypress stumps
About an hour east of Baton Rouge, alright
all anticipate the taste of hand grenades
and the sounds of Bourbon street late afternoon
No one knows whats gonna make this different
than the last time we decided we should go
Only one thing seems to be consistant
That would be the fact that we don't know
I got a pocket full of money
and a fake ID
Never met the owner but it looks like me
four dumb bastards and a basketball Tee
Oh, how I love drinking
And I love New Orleans, yeah
Smells like fifty years
of cigarettes and beer
but no one seems to let that get'em down, alright
So let it all hang out
Cause thats what its all about
You're invited to a party all year round
No one knows what makes this city different
Than any other one you'll ever find
But every problem seems a little distant
So pack your bags, but leave your shit behind
I got a pocket full of money
and a fake ID
Never met the owner but it looks like me
four drunk women and a boy's wet dream
Oh, I love women
And I love New Orleans
How I know!
yeah!
Yeah!