As the street car persistently creaks,
Days turn into weeks.
All the tourists stall,
To watch the Autumn leaves fall.
As the street car persistently creaks.
As the street car persistently creaks,
The kids begin to sneak
To see what Saint Nick brought
Since none of them have fought.
As the street car persistently creaks.
As the street car persistently creaks,
New Orleans sees its Mardi Gras freaks.
All those who say yall, dawlin’, and where yat,
Are brought together under King Rex’s hat.
As the street car persistently creak.
As the street car persistently creaks,
Everyone begins to speak.
Children begin to play,
And the summer day starts to fade away.
As the street car persistently creaks.
Holly, age 16