I´d like another Bourbon Street
[?] oh so sweet
Hold that down, you better keep it neat
For when it’s over, it was incomplete
Oh, I took it down and said, oh, oh have a seat
But I don´t live down on Bourbon Street
No more, no more, no more, no more
No, I don´t live on Bourbon Street no more

Bourbon Street lordy-town
You better keep it sweet
Put all your loving apples on your feet
But I don’t even mind if you want to scratch your feet
You can bag it down in butter, butter sweet
Now don´t [?] on the Bourbon Street

Now, Bourbon Street
A happiness will get you
Bourbon Street
The girls they won´t forget you down at Bourbon Street
Here they come now
Here they come now
Here they comе now
Here they comе now
Oh them little girls

Well, I went down a-looking for Bourbon Street
I look so high and low and then it took me off my feet
Bourbon Street
Oh man, let me tell ya, Bourbon Street
Mister bartender, I´ll have another Bourbon Street

(Oh play it pretty now, boys!
Ah, sounds marvelous
Oh, shit
Yes, yes
Yes, a ton of joy
Oh, I can´t take it no more)

Well let me tell ya, Bourbon Street
Let me have another Bourbon Street
Tell me young brother I want a Bourbon Street
I want a Bourbon Street now
Mister bartender, I´ll have-
I´ll have another Bourbon Street