Little Old Nita, In New Orleans I'm getting wide, I'm getting taller, maybe ya'll just getting smaller Little Old Nita, In New Orleans I'd send you a telegram just to tell you how I am Little Old Nita, In New Orleans You cook me things, give me dinner But you cooked it and made me thinner Little Little Little Little Old Nita Little Little Little Little Old Nita Oh Little Old Nita, In New Orleans She'll teach you how to fish How to aim that ole' stick Little Old Nita, In New Orleans She's 86 years of age And I love her off the stage Oh Little Old Nita, In New Orleans She'll teach you how to fish How to aim that ole' stick Oh Little Old Nita, In New Orleans Little Little Little Little Old Nita Little Little Little Little Old Nita When you were a little taller I was a little smaller I would ask you for your number Call you on your phone You're a crazy crazy woman You never seemed too broke Spendin' all your dough After all that's what it's for Little Old Nita, In New Orleans Little Old Nita, In New Orleans Little Old Nita, In New Orleans Little Old Nita, In New Orleans Little Little Little Little Old Nita Little Little Little Little Old Nita