As January 6th approaches
A cautious excitement fills the air...
For all throughout New Orleans
Arrive the King Cakes with Mardi Gras flare...
As the King Cake boxes arrive
At schools and offices all around...
We cut the King Cakes and sink our teeth
Into a delicious sugary mound...
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It was my first time riding
In a Mardi Gras night parade
It was hard to hide this wonderful feeling
Of flying high as I stood and surveyed
The night was cool, and the music was funky
The mood was good, and the sky was clear
I was feeling excited to be riding on the float
As I grabbed myself yet another cold beer
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When it’s Carnival time
You can keep your vodka cranberry...
Dat’s when I grab for my Mardi Gras Mary...
When da flambeau start dancin’
And da Bonez Men get all scary...
Dat’s when I grab for my Mardi Gras Mary...
Party Gras all night till you wake the cemetery...
Dat’s when I grab for my Mardi Gras Mary...
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Mardi Gras Momma
is so sweet and fine...
She works Bourbon Street
during Mardi Gas time...
Her hair is so long
and her booty is a shakin...
She wants a sugar daddy...
all his money she’ll be a takin...
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There once was a king
Who was pretty funny...
He wore whites tights
And was tight with his money...
His scepter was small
But his ego was big...
He wore sparkling clothes
And sometimes a wig...
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It was my first time riding
In a Mardi Gras night parade
It was hard to hide this wonderful feeling
Of flying high as I stood and surveyed
The night was cool, and the music was funky
The mood was good, and the sky was clear
I was feeling excited to be riding on the float
As I grabbed myself yet another cold beer
......
Who remembers when our parents...
After the dinner dishes were all put away...
Would discuss together as a family...
For that perfect ending of the day...
After we bathed and brushed our teeth...
Put on our clean footy pajamas...
We grabbed a bunch of warm blankets...
And fresh cocktails for the mommas...
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It’s an annual tradition...
For generations past...
This ain’t our first Mardi Gras...
And it won’t be our last...
We all arrived early...
At least a week or more…
To set up our Mardi Gras ladders...
Just like our parents did before...
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Yardi Gras, Yardi Gras
We love our Yardi Gras!
YARDI GRAS!
When da chips are down...
And we’re feeling blue...
We all come together...
It’s just what Who Dats do!
Whether it’s a hurricane...
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“Throw me something Mister!”
She hollered from the heavens up above...
Some pretty beads...
As she quietly pleaded...
Or maybe a turtle dove...
We lost her way too early...
She was a gift from God...
A beautiful child...
Both sweet and mild...
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