She was a girl quite like no other
Arrived at the city on a Monday morning
"This town is dull", she said, "I want some fun"
Quite quickly, all the men were sobbing
Now, she had a heart as big as gold
That worked in devious ways
Through the slums and through the mold
She covered even the sunrays
She shaked the town at its foundations
And all the niggers were confused
"Let's get the fuck out", they yelled
But all the roads were being used
"Hold your horses, I've arrived"
Said a big man wearing a suit
"Well, my job here is quite done
And coming now is just that moot"
"But...", he said, "It's me, the cavalry"
"You're quite clearly out of touch",
The niggers laughed - they couldn't cry
"Why do you hate America so much?
This girl's a killer - you knew that
Still you came just for the sex"
"Yes, I knew - but I'm protecting you
And who knows where she'll strike next?"
By now, she was long gone
And she had definitely made her mark
The town would never be the same
Covered in alligators and sharks
And the man, who played the guitar
Left the town amid all the stir
While he still searched for Mohammed
Sometimes, he remembered her
Her caress which destroyed men
Who would nevermore find a home
It took a long time to repair
It took a very long time to hone
So, this is a sad story
I hope you know what it means
This is the sad story
Of the town of New Orleans
