Well, wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching in By the whiskers my chin, New Orleans I'll be there I'll drink you under the be red nose, go for walks The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so meet me at the saloon Make sure there's a Dixie Moon, New Orleans I'll be there And deal the cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss And avenue me and you, Sam and all
And I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams Arm in down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans I'll be there