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Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumboSweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lipsGood god almighty, I can hear the tromboneEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisGirl, you as pretty as a Sunday morningStanding on the corner of CarondeletWhat you say we make our way up to Bourbon?A couple hurricanes and a hand grenadeAnd get blown away, let the chips fall where they mayIf it’s all the same, what you say, bon temps rouler {let the good times roll}Hey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumboSweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lipsGood god almighty, I can hear the tromboneEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisCome a little closer, honey, let me hold youNothing tastes better than a bourbon kissYou could be the flower on my magnoliaEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisLike this, like this, mmmAin’t worried bout the heat or police on horsesBeads raining down from the balconyHazy from the rum and dizzy from the dancingSpilling our drinks in the middle of the streetSongtexteWe got bills and hell to pay but they ain’t getting theirs todayI just watched them sink, bottom of the PonchartrainHey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumboSweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lipsGood god almighty, I can hear the tromboneEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisCome a little closer, honey, let me hold youNothing tastes better than a bourbon kissYou could be the flower on my magnoliaEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisLike this, like this, mmmI'll be your dancing man if you’ll be my queenAnd we'll get away with everythingThe prettiest girl I ever seenAnd you don’t even know my nameHey, pretty mama, I can smell the gumboSweet as taste of honeysuckle on my lipsGood god almighty, I can hear the tromboneEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisCome a little closer, honey, let me hold youNothing tastes better than a bourbon kissYou could be the flower on my magnoliaEvery heart oughta beat to a rhythm like thisLike this, yeah, like this, mmmLike this, hey... Aus Songtexte Mania