SECOND LINE MAMBO
Saturday is supposed to be for fun
so put on your boots and coat
and meet me by the old oak tree
let's walk to trainyard, find us a boxcar
and fly on down to new orleans
away from missouri (misery)
lets go outside where the weather's fine 2x
we'll tumble out onto decatur st.
Take off your boots and coat
roll up the cuffs of your bluejeans
we'll bike to the graveyard
scratch out an X on the stone of miss laveau
we've got nowhere to go
take our time beneath the tree of life
see how the clouds arrive
to laugh at the passersby
dance to the trombone second line mambo
no one ever sleeps
when you're down in new orleans