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Dinner Time In New Orleans

 

My first day here in New Orleans I wake alone.

Jet lag's got me turned around. I left my comb at home.

Is it 10 o'clock? My belly rocks. It's late back home.

Gotta find a place where I can satiate.

 

It's dinner time and I can't wait. I'll clean my plate from steak to cake.

I'm gonna eat well beyond my means. So it seems.

Cook me up some chicken. Fried. Take two sides? I can't decide.

It's dinner time in New Orleans.

 

It's 5am. The sun's soon up. She looked full bloom.

She asked me then did I have enough. I said, "We will soon ."

So straight away she smiled to say, "I booked a room."

Gotta find a place where she can say she ate.

It's dinner time in New Orleans. I loose the belt on my blue jeans.

Gumbo stew, po'boys too, some rice and beans.

And everytime I think I'm through, they bring a dish I gotta do.

It's dinner time in New Orleans.

Crawfish pie and jambalya served Cajun style

makes Friday night's fishfry so worthwhile.

Anytime you want to eat. Come to town. You'll find a seat.

In NOLA dinner time's a treat. Let's eat.

 

My last day here in New Orleans I find the best.

She takes me to her place near town. I wait for the rest.

Is it 10 0'clock? Her kitchen's stocked. My mind says yes.

My hungry appetite I know she could sate. Yup. Eat up. (= yuppydup)

 

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