I’m down on Bourbon Street again,
down in that quarter of sin,
standin’ on a corner where I used to stand,
down by Charlie Weaver, that old hot dog man.
When you’re singin’ and a playin’ one year seems like ten.

(Chorus)
But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again,
street people never go to Pat’s.
We never zip as hurricanes, no.

I’m down on Bourbon Street again,
I’m back to see all my old friends,
on the corner cuttin’ that Dixieland.
King Creole is one who seldom found,
oh and Papa Joe’s is one place that Ive never been.

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again,
we never sip on Hurricanes, no.

(Repeat 1st verse)

But I’m down, down, down in Vieux Carre again.

Meeting you with a view to a kill
Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill

Night fall covers me
But you know the plans I’m making
Still overseas,
Could it be the whole lot opening wide
A sacred why
A mystery gaping inside
A week is why

Until we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire

The choice for you is the view to a kill
Between the shades assacination standing still

First crystal tears,
Fallen of snowflakes on your body
First time in years
To drench you skin of lover’s rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame
A chance to die

But can we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire

When all we see is the view to a kill

Can you see who it might be?
Tell old man to ring the bell
Climb the steps up from the sea
Strange and dark and very tall

Can you see who it might be?
Visitors – they are so few
Head so proud but curls so free
Looks like someone I once knew

David – of the Viking heart
Glitter of the sea
It couldn’t
It wouldn’t
It daren’t be

The men they see him up the coast
At the drinking house of Morley Arms
Hails the sea with every toast
and he hails the ladies with his charms

All the ladies he does love
Each day I saw his bosom swell
He’s not like me – I love but one
And I love that one and I know him well

Ah – but all the love
In the world was not enough
So I couldn’t
I wouldn’t
I daren’t say no

David – how you made me feel
Every crack in every wall
Climb above the traps of man
Shout above the sirens call

But now the siren’s all you hear
Shamed and dizzy you can’t stop
All the things we used to fear
Are you spinning – little top?

The strangeness of it all
Is you know yourself so well
But you couldn’t
You wouldn’t
You daren’t say no

Signs of you – they disappeared
Poems and candles – I don’t need
Flowers that you brought to me
Fell into a book I never read

I cut my hair off like a man
Too much trouble and what’s more
It was tarnished by your hand
Gone my hair…into a drawer

I said – should you leave?
and you – you just agreed
so we couldn’t
we wouldn’t
we daren’t say no

now I have been a woman true
taking all that life does send
I thought I could love just you
but the heart does sway and the body does bend

tales of you sometimes they come
I smile and nod quite naturally
my thoughts so rarely to you run
I watch the glitter of the sea

*****

can you see who it might be?
tell old man to ring the bell
climb the steps up from the sea
I cannot see – I know him well

David of the Viking heart
glitter of the sea
it couldn’t
it wouldn’t
it daren’t be

Come here little boy – I’m a friend of your mother’s – I’ll give you a candy bar if you get in the car – Okay – He’s got his camera – and deep seeded obsessions – His nordic heritage – and sexual frustrations – He wants to be Lief Ericksson – to discover America – but he’s not – He’s just a photographer – who likes little boys in viking suits – He likes to take the little boys – walking home from school – in his neighborhood – Take them to his studio – and dress them up in viking suits – Words of wisdom – Each one rings true – Watching little brothers could happen to you – So don’t grow up to be a guy – Who takes pictures of little boys in viking suits – Come here little boy

REFRAIN:
Vikki turn your back on me
Come on darlin’ just for me
‘Cause there is something so appealin’,
that your eyes are not revealin’!
Oh, Miss Dougan, you’re for me!


Other girls who approach me,
Are beautiful, gorgeous and gay!
But you’re so gosh darn more inviting
Going the other way!


REFRAIN

Vikki baby you move me,
In those far-out clothes!
But don’t it get chilly flyin’ home at night
When that cold cold tail-wind blows?


REFRAIN

Vikki baby, you rock me,
Without you I’m bereft!
I’m hynotized by those crazy eyes,
And that callipygian cleft!


REFRAIN


Vikki baby, we’re older,
My get up and go is gone
But when I see you walking down the street
Them buns still turn me on!


REFRAIN

Practice doesn’t make perfect, when you’re interbreeding.
Speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing?
Mixing drinks at water holes get snarled up in the suburbs.
Meandering through this and that, you’re suspected of vagueness.

When work is done, got to Villa Rosie every night.
(We’re waiting)
So form a queue, at Villa Rosie every night
(So tasty).




Across the common every day you come across the fine line.
But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass.
Eating between meals stifles the appetite. Is it healthy?
Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly.


And all the while, at Villa Rosie every night.
(We’re tasting)
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
(So tasty).

(Instrumental Break)


All losers come to Villa Rosie every night.
(We’re waiting)
So form a queue, at Villa Rosie every night
(So tasty)
Don’t break your back at Villa Rosie every night.
(We’re waiting)
A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night
(So tasty)

Would you like to go with me
Down my dead end street
Would you like to come with me
To Village Ghetto Land

See the people lock their doors
While robbers laugh and steal
Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans

Broken glass is everywhere
It’s a bloody scene
Killing plagues the citizens
Unless they own police

Children play with rusted cars
Sores cover their hands
Politicians laugh and drink-drunk to all demands

Families buying dog food now
Starvation roams the streets
Babies die before they’re born
Infected by the grief

Now some folks say that we should be
Glad for what we have
Tell me would you be happy in Village Ghetto Land
Village Ghetto Land

I found me a pulse
I found me a pulse
And I came to this screaming City baby
I found me a pulse

I bought me some clothes
I bought me some clothes
And I played in this screaming City baby
I got given clothes

But we’re village idiots
And we tie ourselves in knots
But it’s ok

I lost me some clothes
And the gap at my door
I faked a claim, pity baby
I won’t give up the ghost
I’ll be the hostess with the most
And I wont give up my post
I come alive in the screaming City baby
I won’t give up the ghost

But we’re village idiots
And the party never stops
But it’s ok

Cause to struggle would be meaningless
We are what we are everyone of us

And you love those disco frills
And you love those disco frills
And you really take the biscuit baby
You love those disco frills

But we’re village idiots
And the party never stops

Cause to struggle would be meaningless
We are what we are everyone of us

I turned the volume up this morning
till there was ringing in my ears
i haven’t felt this good in years

Another villain on the cover
of every major magazine
the victim somewhere in between

See how they twist and shout

And as i’m searching for the story
subscription card falls to the floor
i’m losing interest more and more

To pick it up i’m bending over
out of the corner of my eye
I see a pair of blazing thighs

See how they twist and shout
See how they twist and shout

I straighten up to look her over
and up my back a shooting pain
it’s bound to settle in my brain

Another villain on the cover
of every major magazine
the victim somewhere in between

See how they twist and shout
See how they twist and shout

Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t
Depend on how the wed blows I might even paint my toes
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be India Aria

When I look in the mirror the only one there is me
Every freckle on my face is where it’s supposed to be
And I know our creator didn’t make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes I’m lovin’ what I see

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be India Aria

Am I less of a lady If I don’t wear panty hoes?
My momma says a Lady ain’t what she wears but, what she knows
But, I’ve drawn a conclusion, it’s all and illusion confusions the name of the game
A misconception, a vast deception
Something’s gotta change
Don’t be offended this is all my opinion
ain’t nothing that I’m sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share wit ya’ll
So get in where you fit in go on and shine
Free your mind, nows the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go head and love yourself
Cuz everything’s gonna be all right

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be India Aria

Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks
I don’t need that to have a good time
Keep your expensive car and your Caviar
All I need is my guitar
Keep your krystyle and your pistol
I’d rather have a pretty piece of Crystal
Don’t need your silicone I prefer my own
What God gave me is just fine

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be India Arie