Apache Rose Peacock

Sittin' on a sack of beans Sittin' down in the New Orleans You wouldn't believe what I've seen Sittin' on that sack of beans Lunatics on pogo sticks Another Southern fried freak on a crucifix Hicks don't mix with politics People on the street just kickin' to the licks Yes, my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in the New Orleans Oh good brother, just when I thought That I had seen it all My eyes popped out, my d**k got hard And I dropped my jaw I saw a bird walkin' down the block Her name, Apache Rose Peacock I could not speak I was in shock I told my knees to please not knock Yes, my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in the New Orleans A little boy came along Name of Louis Armstrong Said that girl who left me silly She liked the looks of me and my willy So I found her in the Quarter Good God, how I adored her! Oh, she made me feel so cozy When she told me I could call her Rosie I kiss your hair, your skin so bare I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere You fare well in stormy weather I never met a girl that I like better Twinkle twinkle, little star Shining down on my blue car Drivin' down the boulevard She was soft and I was hard Apache Rose's got a rockin' peacock Hottest a*s on the goddamn block Rockin' to the beat of the funky a*s meters She has one of those built in heaters I kiss your hair, your skin so bare I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere You fare well in stormy weather I never met a girl that I like better Voodoo gurus casting their spells Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells Silver sound escapes the trumpet Watch your leg, someone might hump it Chickens, strut your butt, let's rock Gettin' it on under your frock Flowin' like a flame all through the night My girl's insane but it's alright Yes, my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in the New Orleans