Philip Melancon - Black-Eye Of The Avenue текст песни

In the Lower Garden District
It's a lower Garden District
So Al displayed his taste
So brash and loud
Feathers have been flyin'
'Cus some folks just ain't buyin'
His classic, Vegas, fast food lack of style

Just a touch
Of the eclectic
On the Avenue
Just a pinch
Of the ostentatious
Say the well-to-do
Just a slap
At preservation
It's an arch-i-tect-u-al abom-i-nation
Offending the sensibilities
Of folks attuned to life's finer banalities

Just a bite
Out of the squalor
On the Avenue
Just a chance
To make a dollar
And people come unglued
It's just a Yat's Taj Mahal
That's just a pinch
Off the wall
The Prince of Poultry's Irish stew
That's admittedly a stinkeroo
But there's a boost
To our employment rate
Two hundred more part-timers
At minimum wage
And now they're the freak show
Out here on old St. Charles
A woman who claims to a man
That she has bigger balls...

Just a blend
Of Vegas vogue
And of classic chic
On a bed
Of orgasmic tones
Of pink plastic
Just a shock
Of what is vintage
To a Popeye
Who's smoked his spinach
And then decided
He would like to dock his boat
There on the Avenue
Just like a Bacchus float

Sta-aan, take it from my sight
Sta-aan, I much prefer the blight
Sta-aan, he's makin' eyes at me
Sta-aan, let's give him the third degree

Take a ride
Our city's pride
Is St. Charles Avenue
Pick a side,
There's the cocksman,
Or the voodoo
Ingenue
Drive on through
This work of art
That serves up styles
A la carte
Then if you have the cash
Or the heart
You order up a steak or two
Then you slap it on the
Black-Eye of the Avenue....