Mr Jimmy makes a drink with thirty-four different liquorsnHe pours it all in one shot glassnYou can count the layersnHis little wooden bar-roomnBetsy tried to blow it awaynThey just mopped it back up some you knownIt's all two-lane todaynIf you asked me my opinion 'bout it I'd have to saynnThere's nobody but a fool or a preachernWould not love it in New-OrleansnI said there's nobody but a fool or a preachernWould not love it in New-OrleansnnLook outnThe Mardi Gras is coming up soonnI'm gonna be down the street with the music and the boozenThem Crescent City ladies they love to tease and flirtnThey steal your heart with one smilenAnd a flip of their skirtnThey steal my heart with one smilenAnd a flip of their skirtnI'm gonna dance until I'm dizzynLaugh until it hurts, whoa whoonnMiss Delacroix can tell you all about your fortunesnShe knows everything there is to know about hoodo,ncharms and potionsnShe can answer any questions you might care to asknWhat to look for in your futurenHow to cover up your pastnShe said she found it likely, I'd be coming back there fastnnThere's nobody but a fool or a preachernWould not love it in New-OrleansnI said there's nobody but a fool or a preachernWould not love it in New-OrleansnnThere's nobody but a fool or a preachernWould not love it in New-OrleansnI said there's nobody but a fool or a preachernWould not love it in New-Orleans