I know a swamp down south
That can’t be drained
Little town just across the Pontchartrain
Somewhere around sundown
A crowd starts forming
Every night is Saturday night in New Orleans
Cops out shaking ’em down on Toulouse
Stray dog barkin’ at a voodoo head in a noose
Drunk girl running around
In the clothes she was born in
Every night is Saturday night in New Orleans
Cobblestone streets littered with muddy puddles
Painted ladies standing around in huddles
Junkies sleeping it off
While the trumpets roaring
Every night is Saturday night in New Orleans
It’s a good day any day you feel no rain
Most days you just drown in the pouring rain
Ain’t nobody goin’ to church in the morning
Every night is Saturday night in New Orleans