Chicken Song

As I awoke one Tuesday morning

Poured my coffee out the pot

I rambled down to my front door

I loosened up the lock

And I stepped outside

Way down in New Orleans

Down on St. Anthony Street

I saw a sight before my eyes

Rare as rooster's teeth

Somebody's lost their chicken

I saw it walking down the street

It's just another Tuesday morning

Way down in New Orleans

I had nothing for my breakfast

Macaroni and cheese for lunch

Then I bought a couple tallboys

To get me nice and drunk

And the freight train blows its whistle

Jackson starts to bark

We'll be two-stepping down at Mags

When daylight turns to dark

Somebody's lost their chicken

I saw it walking down the street

It's just another Tuesday morning

Way down in New Orleans

And the paddle-boat's calliope

Blowing across the water

Wild and catfish stalk

They dance the Lindy Hop

Beneath the Mississippi's muddy water

When my time grows red

And I'm good and dead

And Elysian Fields awaits

Tell me please that my body trees

Tend for the pearly gates

Where it's always warm

And it never storms

And no monarch sits to rule

And the west wind come whistling

Keep your britches cool

And everybody's found their chicken

And sorrow won't plague our dreams

Every day just like a Tuesday morning

Way down in New Orleans

I mean it

Way down in New Orleans