Saint James Infirmary

It was down in old Mayfield's bar room

Around the corner by the square

Drinks flowed all around as usual

A drunk and high crowd was there

Deep in a plush cozy corner

With her eyes bloodshot red

Sat a wise slick gambling lady

And these are the words she said

I went down to the St. James Infirmary

Saw my poor baby lying there

He was laid out on a long white table

So cold, so still, so fair

Let him go, let him go

God bless him wherever he could be

He could search this wide world over

But he'll never find another

Happy pleasin' woman like me

When I die bury me in

Louboutin pumps, s'il vous plait

A Prada coat and a feathered hat

Put a million dollar ruby in my necklace

So all my nosey girlfriends

They so jealous, know I died standing pat

Give me sixteen mandinka men

To hold my casket

Bare chested please

Twelve baritones from Treme

To sing my song

Put the New Orleans jazz orchestra on my casket

Have them play I'll Fly Away on the way home

Now that you've heard my story

Pass me the tequila and please watch my shoes

And when the impact data asks the question

Tell them I got the St. James Infirmary blues