Sittin' on a sack of beans Sittin' down in New Orleans You wouldn't believe what I've seen Sitting on that sack of beans Lunatics on pogo sticks Another southern fried freak on a crucifix Hicks don't mix with politics People on the street just kickin' to the licks [chorus 1] Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in New Orleans Oh good brother just when I thought That I had seen it all My eyes popped out, my dick got hard And I dropped my jaw I saw a bird walkin down the block Name Apache Rose Peacock I could not speak I was in shock I told my knees to please not knock (repeat chorus 1) A little boy came along Name of Louis Armstrong Said that girl who left me silly She liked the looks of me and my willy So I found her in the quarter Good God how I adored her Oh she made me feel so cozy When she told me I could call her Rosey [chorus 2] I kiss your hair your skin so bare I'll take you with me girl anywher...