Fat Tuesday

 

Driving down I-49 with my friends

We’re going to a party that never ends

We hook up with the crew in Baton Rouge

My bare feet insists everybody wear shoes

We pile into a van and drive away

We had to catch the 6 o’clock parade

 

And now we’re driving down to

New Orleans just as fast as we can

Yeah I got 2 joints in my pocket

And a beer in my hand

Mardi Gras fever’s hit the land

 

So we get out and meet the people on the street

You wanna see some skin just buy some beads

I turn wrong once and lost all of my friends

Its ok they found me in the end

 

And now we’re rockin’ out in

New Orleans just as hard as we can

Yeah I got 2 joints in my pocket

And a beer in my hand

Mardi Gras fever’s hit the land

 

I can’t believe we are 48 blocks from the car

When I’m sober I can’t even walk that far

Now New Orleans is sinking right into the sand

All them people on bourbon just don’t know where to stand

 

And now we’re driving away from

New Orleans just as fast as we can

Yeah I got 2 joints in my pocket

And a beer in my hand

Mardi Gras fever’s hit the land

 

 

 

© 2006 Theresa Dollmann