In the Lower Garden District
It's a lower Garden District
So Al displayed his taste
So brash and loud
Feathers have been flyin'
'Cus some folks just ain't buyin'
His cla**ic, Vegas, fast food lack of style
Just a touch
Of the eclectic
On the Avenue
Just a pinch
Of the ostentatious
Say the well-to-do
Just a slap
At preservation
It's an arch-i-tect-u-al abom-i-nation
Offending the sensibilities
Of folks attuned to life's finer ban*lities
Just a bite
Out of the squalor
On the Avenue
Just a chance
To make a dollar
And people come unglued
It's just a Yat's Taj Mahal
That's just a pinch
Off the wall
The Prince of Poultry's Irish stew
That's admittedly a stinkeroo
But there's a boost
To our employment rate
Two hundred more part-timers
At minimum wage
And now they're the freak show
Out here on old St. Charles
A woman who claims to a man
That she has bigger balls...
Just a blend
Of Vegas vogue
And of cla**ic chic
On a bed
Of orgasmic tones
Of pink plastic
Just a shock
Of what is vintage
To a Popeye
Who's smoked his spinach
And then decided
He would like to dock his boat
There on the Avenue
Just like a Bacchus float
Sta-a-a-n, take it from my sight
Sta-a-a-n, I much prefer the blight
Sta-a-a-n, he's makin' eyes at me
Sta-a-a-n, let's give him the third degree
Take a ride
Our city's pride
Is St. Charles Avenue
Pick a side,
There's the co*ksman,
Or the voodoo
Ingenue
Drive on through
This work of art
That serves up styles
A la carte
Then if you have the cash
Or the heart
You order up a steak or two
Then you slap it on the
Black-Eye of the Avenue....