Philip Melancon
Текст песни Cafe Du Monde

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 Cafe du Monde

The colors of Canal 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 Cafe du Monde

Blowing sugar-powdered kisses
From a hot beignet
Watching the scaffolding fall
On the tourists in the Square
Drinking cafe 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 cafe 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 Cafe du Monde