(Paul) A little piano from John Thomas Griffith. He's usually grippin' and rippin' the lead guitar. Give it up for John over there. This is what we call in New Orleans a hurricane party. Kick it Freddy! (Fred) Ah one! Ah Two! Ah one two three four! My hurricane party got outta control I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls With red ant bites all over my a** Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat We had a little party me and my friends A hurricane was coming to New Orleans again Somebody brought scotch somebody brought beer I shoulda' kept the hooch and thrown'em outta here A friendly game a penny a hand Smoke a cigar act like a man Waintin' for the gale force winds to blow Shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow My hurricane party got outta control I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls With red ant bites all over my a** Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat Somebody's girlfriend showed up by surprise With cookies in her hands and dollar signs in her eyes I started dipping her cookies in scotch Well she won all my money and my pocket watch Well I pa**ed out and I woke up The house was empty and so was my cup From out on the front porch I heard them shout I wish they'd come in so I could throw them out My hurricane party got outta control I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls With red ant bites all over my a** Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat JTG! Everybody's wrestling out in the dirt I laughed so hard till my stomach hurt They saw me clean they heard me laugh They started charging at me and I grabbed the bat My hurricane party got outta control I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls With red ant bites all over my a** Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat I used to know the way to Fenway Park!