Someone's funeral, Old Miss Do Is bouncing through the quarter Henry hurries to the bar, Down there on Decatur The morning stinks of last night's fun; The morning sidewalk's sticky Henry chain-smokes Camel Lights, s**s down his second dixie Dear boy, They just don't understand me How could they? They've not seen The things that I've seen Even then, Why should they believe me? They look at me now, Not at what I have been Dear boy, We lived in Paris I bought Lilly a piano For the place in Montmartre They look at me now And I know they despise me But what can they know Of the love in my heart Lilly comes back from charity 'Will you carry her up the stairs?' Henry he's to old to help And he just stands and swears
'Someday soon she won't come back' 'Nothing is more certain' 'And I shall be a lonely actor' 'Waiting for the curtain' Dear boy, At the p**ycat, she worked for Miss Dixie Some people thought she was one of the girls You should have seen us So handsome, so pretty She was always my Lilly The flower of my world Dear boy, Why do you come back here? The world is your oyster What makes you stay? One morning, we wake up And age has us prisoner If it wasn't for Lilly, I'd be far away Hustlers hustle frat boys Who are chasing down cheap thrills Fry their brains with hurricanes And they pay with sweaty bills Disco blares from double-play There's a shuffle and second-line beat Henry shambles home again Along Decatur Street