Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
Livin' my life like a song
Livin' my life like a song
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
I eat till I eat way too much
Yes, it's a strange situation, wild occupation
Strange situation, wild occupation
To a rhythm that only he knows
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
In a world full of pushin' and shove
Donuts are too hot to touch
Livin' my life like a song
In a Bourbon Street bar, I received my first scar
Sweet senorita, won't you please come with me?
Be they pastry or lobster or love
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Like the farmer knows the pain of his Pickup truck rustin'
And I've seen him in so many places
Just like a fool when those sweet goodies cool
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
From an old man so tattered and torn
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Back to the only place that I want to be
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet
Strange situation, wild occupation
Strange situation, wild occupation
I saw him the night I was born
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea
Like a door to door salesman, knows the pains of bell ringin'
