Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it my dreams Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones, some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone calling me home
I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching in By the whiskers on my chin, New I'll be there I'll drink you under the table, be red nose, for walks The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well, me at the old saloon Make 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 Jones and all
And I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see in my Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans I'll be there