Way down in New Orleans,
the land of dreams,
Big juicy pig tails
in a pot of red beans,
on monday night in New Orleans.
So baby,
don't look so mean,
fix me some beans,
before you know it
I done licked the plate clean,
on monday night in New Orleans.
And you'll smell them cooking for miles,
out of all your friends houses,
with a good ole' swing out feast
In a pot filled with meat
come pat your feet,
down on Treme street,
Them cats will pull out their horns
swing out a few songs,
before you know it
all the red beans is gone
on a monday night in New Orleans
the land of dreams,
Big juicy pig tails
in a pot of red beans,
on monday night in New Orleans.
So baby,
don't look so mean,
fix me some beans,
before you know it
I done licked the plate clean,
on monday night in New Orleans.
And you'll smell them cooking for miles,
out of all your friends houses,
with a good ole' swing out feast
In a pot filled with meat
come pat your feet,
down on Treme street,
Them cats will pull out their horns
swing out a few songs,
before you know it
all the red beans is gone
on a monday night in New Orleans