As the street car persistently creaks,
my feet begin tapping
Flinch, flinch, tap, tap
As the baby cries in the front seat,
My ears begin echoing
Buzz, buzz, cry, cry
As the door opens for the streetcar,
My nose becomes colder
Sniff, sniff, rub, rub
As we pass camellia grill on Carrollton,
My stomach becomes louder
Rawr, rawr, growl, growl
As Mardi Gras approaches,
My thoughts begin to take hold of me
Beads, beads, mess, mess
As I walk towards the parade,
My hands begin swaying,
Rhythm, rhythm, clap, clap
As I encounter a drunk crowd,
My eyes pretend to look the other way,
No, No, laugh, laugh
As the nighttime approaches,
My body begins dancing,
Jump, jump, side, side
As the floats light up the sky,
My heart begins pounding,
Boom, Boom, Mardi Gras, Mardi Gras
Sydney, age 17