(spoken)"Its a true story"
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 and bites all over my ass
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
(spoken) "Talk about mixed drinks"
Well I passed 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 and bites all over my ass
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
(spoken) "I know this wasn't no way to treat a good friend"
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 and bites all over my ass
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat