Down in New Orleans, we all wait for that special day
when Fat Tuesday comes our way.
Down in New Orleans, we all scream and shout
“Throw me something mister!” as the floats roll about.
Down in New Orleans, little girls sit in their ladders
and pray that one day they will be queen of the ball.
Down in New Orleans, the marching bands start to play.
Down in New Orleans, where the king of Bacchus reigns,
but the women of Muses with their high heeled shoes are really who’s boss.
Down in New Orleans, it's purple, green, and gold.
Down in New Orleans, never forget to
LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
Anonymous, age 15