Maybe its just age or a thousand other fears
That took me back tonight to my early carnival years
I can see the period moving like the source of the old Golf Stream
Oh, what a lovely dream
Adolescent lust was begging for a start
As I sidestepped those brothers with their sacred hearts
Yep, those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
Follies chasing death, you can count me in
Theres flambeau man with a golden ring
And a cruel, north wind, smells like kerosene
Here comes the float with the carnival queen
I wanna wrap her in serpentine
Hands up high, eyes open wide
Throw me something, mister, thats why you ride
Cracker jacks with tares inside
Kneel beyond our wildest dreams
Foots and masks that are too
Some things really are the way they seem
Beads and confetti were littering the air
When the queen looked at me with her Ava Gardner stare
Though tomorrow would bring ashes and penance by the ton
Mardi Gras is where I learned to have fun
Theres flambeau man with a golden ring
And a cruel, north wind, smells like kerosene
Im still in love with the carnival queen
I wanna wrap her in serpentine
Still wanna wrap her in serpentine
It was the devil!
