Saturday Night Special

Down in the French quarter They got just what you want Orphan girls and runaways La Maison Du Soleil Levant Tell them that I sent you And ask for Lulu White For the finest fleur-de-lis Of all them ladies of the night All the gamblers and the grifters Out looking for a thrill They're waiting in line all night long For the queen of Storyville The angel from Evangeline She rules the avenue They say she got her boiling blood From that big, old Chief Mamou So if you're picking up What I'm putting down You're bound to find some trouble On the shady side of town Keep a pistol in your pocket And your money in your shoe The Saturday night special She gonna make a mess of you S'il vous plaît, écoutez She whispered in my ear I know a place that we can go When you get me out of here And if you have some money We can have some fun We'll spend the rest of our days Like a rabbit on the run So if you're picking up What I'm putting down You're bound to find some trouble On the shady side of town Keep a pistol in your pocket And your money in your shoe The Saturday night special She gonna make a mess of you