Burbon Street

Comin’ down from Ohio,
gonna have a good time up the bayou.
Got my place on Bourbon Street,
gonna beat that southern heat.
Gonna raise hell when I get there,
everybody’s drunk and nobody cares on Bourbon Street.

Got my limo and fancy shoes,
gonna find me some rhythm and blues.
Gonna get me a lady so fine,
gonna buy her the finest French wine.
Come on lady, come with me,
Don’t you worry the ride is free to Bourbon Street.

We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street,
We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street

Dance to the music all night long,
Come on baby let’s sing that song.
Gotta keep your eyes on me,
Come real close and I’ll set you free.
Come on baby why don’t we go
down to the C Note for the last show,
for the last show.

We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street,
We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street

The hour’s gettin’ very late,
no more creole food on my plate.
My lady’s givin’ me the sign,
thank you Lord, I’m yours, she’s mine.
Come everybody why don’t we go
down to the C Note for the last show,
for the last show.

We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street,
We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street,
We’re goin’ down, down, down, down,
down, down, down, to Bourbon Street