Cajun Queen, New Orleans

Riverboat on the Mississippi Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread Drinking booze and gambling like crazy Going to Bourbon Street just ahead Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf Where the real money is unfolding And a thousand green bucks is small stuff Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans The big paddle wheel keeps on churning Black coal keeps that steam boiler humming Noxious fumes from the smokestack blowing Nightlife on Bourbon Street is jumping Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans Cathedral spires standing very tall Off Canal, near downtown Bourbon Street Near a hotel by a shopping mall Where folk are getting some daytime sleep Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans They wait for night, ‘til just after dark, To find the places of blues, jazz, and rap A swamp of raunchy acts, joints, and bars Folk can get caught like mice in a trap Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans