On the water down in New Orleans
My baby's the pearl of the quarter
She's a charmer like Summers never seen
Where the sailor spend his hard-earned pay
Red beans and rice for a quarter
You can see her almost any day
And if you hear from Mya Louise
Won't you tell her I say hello
Please make it clear
When her day is done
She has to be at Summers
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