Philip Melancon - Black-Eye of the Avenue lyrics

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....