(Spoken)
Well, hello, welcome to the beautiful Pontchartrain Hotel here in the Bayou Bar, and one of the few pieces of Uptown real estate that Miss Anne Rice has not purchased yet.
(Sung)
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Well, you know it's kinda funny
Watchin' Anne spend her money
Buyin' up more land than has Loyola
She's often warned us 'bout her literary friends
That's why she needs more dirt
Than the rest of us, I guess
The Holy See will hawk it, Anne jumps in the market
With blood in her veins is cold as ice.
She has more money than the Nevilles,
More cunning than the devil
It's a sportin' thing to do if one's Anne Rice.
Sta-a-a-a-a-n, I'd like to buy that orphanage
Don't worry we won't fill it up with kids.
We'll fill the halls with dolls and with Halloween balls
With lodging for my sister and all of our pals
Sta-a-an, I'm so excited
I'm losing my pallor
The house is worthy of the Holy Grail
And imagine, our neighbors are Nine Inch Nails!
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Whatever Anne Rice wants, Anne Rice gets
Her papa's chapel, with houses grand,
On St. Charles, Chestnut, 'tania and Napol-e-on
Sta-a-a-a-a-n, what a lovely chapel!
Is it for sale? We'll alter the altar
Install a television, put an island in the kitchen
For chopping up the chickens.
Sta-a-a-a-a-n, I saw this place at the foot of Can*l
The tourists walking by, say, Oh, it looks abysmal,
But I like the aery feeling,
Stan, I think it's kind of metaphysical
And though it isn't finished yet, it's a good bet
For a blood-s**ing scoundrel like Lestat
What's one more vice? What's one more sacrifice?
He'll pack 'em in faster than any casino.
Why gamble on a roll of the dice?
If the city must be damned,
Let it be by Anne Ri-i-i-i-i-ice