Take Her to the Mardi Gras

Why you

Goin’ to the bayou

She don’t wanna be by you

If you gonna waste the day

Give her

The Mississisppi River

The Mississisppi River

And the voodoo in the vieux carre

She’ll fret

Walkin’ on the banquette

Walkin’ on the banquette

Is too refined for her

Her feet

Need to meet Canal Street

And only on Canal Street

Can she dance

She’s always been partial

To a great grand marshall

She’ll sing a capella

To dance with the man

With that fine umbrella

She’s bored

Sittin’ in the third ward

Sittin’ in the third ward

Is much too slow

Meet her

In a club on St. Peter

And she’ll be a little sweeter

Just go ahead and treat her

You’ll be so in awe

Take her to the Mardi Gras

Play that thing!

Play like you live!

Take it to the street!

Oh yeah, baby!

Fancy

Dinner plans will make he antsy

Anyone who knows her can see

That’s not her thing

She’ll eat

Okra, turkey necks and pigs feet

Okra, turkey necks and pigs feet

And a spicy chicken wing

You’ll say They say

When you see a lady who’ll say You can see them in the treme

Come on laissez bon temps rouler And if she could just see them play

She’s quite a catch It would be the very best day

Step right up That she ever saw

You don’t have to put a fight up Take her to the Mardi

All you need to do is light up Take her to the Mardi

You’ve met your match Take her to the Mardi

Take her to the Mardi Gras

She’ll be in her garters

When she walks down Chartres

Nothing could elate her

Greater than a plat eof

Alligator down Decatur

Her brand

Of a good time is a brass band

Which is very middle class and

Not there for show