Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,
  Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
      Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen
  To that tenor saxophone calling me home
  And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
  And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there
      I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,
  The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
  And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,
  Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there
      And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,
  And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all
      And I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,
  Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
  New Orleans, I'll be there