A Moveable Feast
Ridin’ round New Orleans on my Vespa With my baby holdin’ on real tight Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast Lastin’ all day and trippin’ into da night Headin’ down St Charles to the Quarters Searchin’ for the freshest beignets Wavin’ to the tourists on da streetcar It’s gonna be one of dose days Sippin’ Café au lait with da Creoles Listenin’ to brass bands playin’ jazz Inspired by the likes of Louis Armstrong Playin’ music wit everything dey has Shoppin’ for antiques on Royal Street Headin’ to Galatoire’s for dere trout almandine Toppin’ it all off at da Napoleon House My baby’s happy to be makin’ da scene Lookin’ at all da beautiful mansions Travelin’ up Esplanade in da cool shade Degas on da left, JazzFest on da right Just hold on, baby, don’t be afraid Takin’ in all da nature at City Park Mommas and daddies playin’ wit dere kids If dese century old oak trees could be talkin’ Mo stories den just beer and short ribs Drivin’ along Bayou St John On our way to Lake Pontchartrai...
