Brave Combo – Postcard From New Orleans lyrics

Its Mardi Gras, It's Mardi Gras,
I Got My Posse Lined Up Upon The Vieux Carré.
The Best Party New Orleans Ever Seen Before,
We're Singing Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay.
Jockomo Feena Nay. (Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.)

For Strands Of Beads You Could Buy Manhattan,
Or You Could Sneak A Peak Beneath A Woman's Satin.
Who Wouldn't Usually Give You The Time Of Day,
And You Can Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay.
Jockomo Feena Nay. (Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.)

We're Eying All The Pretty Girls,
Casually Sipping On Our Hurricanes.
The Seven Wonders Of The Modern World,
Are Rolling By Us In The Big Parade.
They're Rolling In The Big Parade.

A Band Comes Strutting Bourbon Street,
Like Bechet, Bolden, Bix And Satch.
A Thousand Drummers Sound The Beat,
With A Thunder Boom And A Rat Ta Tat Tat.
Boom And Rat Tat Tat.

It Sounds Like Judgment Day Has Come.
They Could Raise The Dead With All That Din.
Bones Beat Coffins Like A Drum.
To Join The Saints When They're Marching In.
When The Saints Go Marching In.
(Oh, I Want To Be In That Number,
When The Saints Go Marching In.)

It's Midnight At The Mardi Gras,
And We're Dead Drunk Out On The Vieux Carré.
The Best Party New Orleans Ever Seen Before,
But Now The Police Are Chasing Us Away.
They're Telling Us It's Ash Wednesday.
We Better Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay.
Jockomo Feena Nay.
(Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.
Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.
Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.
Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.
Jockomo Feeno Ah Na Nay. Jockomo Feena Nay.)

Jeffrey: Hey There Young Man, What's The Name Of Your Band?
Danny: Lent
Jeffrey: Ladies And Gentlemen, Let's Give It Up... For Lent.
Everybody: Yayyy!