Philip Melancon - Cafe Du Monde lyrics

Let's take a drive into the city Tonight the parish is a bore We'll window shop at MB Cruising in our back seat On the way to Café du Monde The colors of Can*l Street They buzzin' me on From St. Peters down to South Clai-borne Tonight no one rushes Hopping streetcars, flagging buses They're all sipping at Café du Monde Blowing sugar-powdered kisses From a hot beignet Watching the scaffolding fall On the tourists in the Square Drinking café au lait Until your feel your legs Have settled in the crescent Of one of your old stale affairs Blowing sugar-powdered kisses From a hot beignet Watching the scaffolding fall On the tourists in the Square Drinking café au lait Until your feel your legs Have settled in the crescent Of one of your old stale affairs Take a stroll down by the River Moonwalk to the ferry Here a saxophone croon a tugboat home Why the bridge lights are twinkling! Lately I've been thinkling, Baby, what's been going on At Café du Monde