This was Bourbon Street in the old days...
When my grandparents would go out for a thrill...
But Grandpa would say “Only once in a while!”
When it came time to pay their bar bill...
The entertainment that night was named Rosebud...
She danced on Fridays at The Sho Bar...
If you put some singles in her panties...
You might end up getting pretty far...
......
The cracked streets are quiet
and the clouds are all dark...
The French Quarter is eerily empty
as the criminals leave their mark...
The broken shutters are closed
and the iron gates are all locked...
The locals are too scared to come out
and the tourists are all shell shocked...
......
This was Bourbon Street in the old days...
When my grandparents would go out for a thrill...
But Grandpa would say “Only once in a while!”
When it came time to pay their bar bill...
The entertainment that night was named Rosebud...
She danced on Fridays at The Sho Bar...
If you put some singles in her panties...
You might end up getting pretty far...
......
The cracked streets are quiet
and the clouds are all dark...
The French Quarter is eerily empty
as the criminals leave their mark...
The broken shutters are closed
and the iron gates are all locked...
The locals are too scared to come out
and the tourists are all shell shocked...
......