(Spoken)
Ah, this next song I just figured was necessary after the Utne reader made the Lower Garden District, the hippest neighborhood in all of North America. So, ah, here's a tribute to this wonderful neighborhood.
(Sung)
Shuffling to a coffee house on Magazine
Anxious as a addict for a shot of caffeine
Feeling the romance of forgotten lore
Filling my shoes with Terpsichore
Listening to Nat Cole on BYU
A last call in The Bayou Room
Breathing in the world of the artistic
Living like a king in the Lower Garden District
Chanting sacred poetry at St. Alphonsus
Palmic echoing a thousand responses
Redeeming graces for Redemptorist
Or Trinity's for the more serious
Where real estate doesn't come cheep
Where Clio's roots dig deep.
Blessing for the stout and the chic
Living like kings in the Lower Garden District
Calliope's parading her raffish crew
Wandering up and down the Avenue
Jackson and Lee knew the comedy
Failures spun from among her devotees
They also knew of Melpomene
For history is born of tragedy,
And so to the well-heeled derelicts
Living like kings in the Lower Garden District.