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