Down here it's New Orleans luv
Down here it's voo doo blood
We eat crawfish and shrimp, oh yeah
We speak Nu Oilens French, c'est la mer
How do you say… comment dit-on en français
Ne me contrarie pas—don't lead me astray
Take off your hat when you pass
Hospitality's a Southern class
Might be in the swamp, trynna find my princess
But I'm just the frog, in this bayou mess
You ever have gator soup?
Ever make love in the bayou's loop?
We don't eat croissant, it's beignets, sweet
Taste buds tingling, the rhythm of the street
This Crescent City, The Big Eeeeeeeeeezy
N'awlins, "babe bey," where it's always breezy
Gumbo or jumbaliya swinging in a tire
Kissing behind the shotgun—house with fire
We all stayed in one, close and tight
Your immediate family, in the moonlight
"How's ya mom'n'em?" just a little chat
With a dash of voodoo love, imagine that
Everything in this house has a home
From the bayou to the dome
I shot 'em dead—He was dead wrong
In this Crescent City, we're strong
You ever have gator soup?
Ever make love in the bayou's loop?
We don't eat croissant, it's beignets, sweet
Taste buds tingling, the rhythm of the street
This Crescent City, The Big Eeeeeeeeeezy
N'awlins, "babe bey," where it's always breezy
Just a little voodoo love, in the misty air
Crawfish boils, and we don't care
All my boyfriends had gold slugs
Pretty skin, with that hoodoo love
In this city, it's all or nothing
Down here, love is always something
You ever have gator soup?
Ever make love in the bayou's loop?
We don't eat croissant, it's beignets, sweet
Taste buds tingling, the rhythm of the street
This Crescent City, The Big Eeeeeeeeeezy
N'awlins, "babe bey," where it's always breezy
Down here it's New Orleans luv
With that voo doo blood
Take off your hat, it's the law
In Crescent City, where we stand tall