Voodoo in the cobblestones 
Gargoyle architecture       
Psycho park bench preachers         
Reverend Hannibal Lectors      
Juju and gris gris     
Risin’ up like steam       
It’s the flavor that we savor     
The old New Orleans         

It is what it is and it do what it do     
Stay out the kitcken, don’t go messin’ with my roux       
We don’t need no help, and by the way, hey, who asked you     
It just is what it is and it just do what it do     

Racketeers and conmen     
With pistols in their boots      
Debutants and blue-bloods     
Spawned from girls of ill-repute     
Second lines and Dixieland    
The roots of this foundation     
The whole shebang is in the stew     
That built this here sensation     

	Chorus

(Bridge)
Hell yeah we got andouille, trombones and gutter grease 
But the sousaphone makes me baby moan and our backbeats are obscene

Chorus