I was a fool for thinking
If we spent the whole night drinking
You'd end up home with me
Instead I'm lost and lonely
Without a ride on Bourbon Street

The keys were in the car
I drive a stick, so she wont make it very far
The gambling man says
That the chances are that I'll be seeing you again
You'd better sober up by then
Better luck next time my friend

Have fun on that cruise
Take a trip to Baton Rouge
I'll be just fine down here in New Orleans
Where the bands are playing jazz
Or the backroom's dealing razz
I couldn't find a better place to lose
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news

CHORUS:
Hey, baby dont come back now
We're getting down on Bourbon Street