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Maybe itâs just age or a thousand other fears
That took me back tonight to my early carnival years
I can see the parade a-movinâ like the source of the old gulf stream
Oh what a lovely dream
Adolescent lust was begging for a start
As I side-stepped those Brothers with their sacred hearts
Yet for those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
Follyâs chasinâ death, you can count me in
Thereâs a flambeaux man with a gold earring
And the cold north wind smells like kerosene
Here comes the float of the Carnival Queen
I want to wrap her in serpentine
Hands up high eyes open wide
âthrow me something misterâ
Thatâs why you ride
Cracker Jacks with toys inside
Real beyond our wildest dreams
Floats and masks and a two mule team
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 Grasâs where I learned to have fun
Thereâs a flambeaux man with a gold earring
And the cold north wind smells like kerosene
Iâm still in love with the Carnival Queen
I want to wrap her in serpentine
Still want to wrap her in serpentine
It was the devilâ¦.
- Album:
- Tis The SeaSon
- Songs From St. Somewhere
- Welcome to Fin City
- Buffet Hotel
- Miscellaneous
- License to Chill
- Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads
- 5 Classic Albums
- Feeding Frenzy (Live)
- 2 x Live at the Record Plant - Feb 19 & Oct 24 1974...
- The Ever Elusive Future
- The Ever Elusive Future - Single
- One Particular Harbour
- One Particular Harbor
- Somewhere Over China
- Welcome to Fin City Live From Las Vegas 2011
- Meet Me in Margaritaville: The Ultimate Collection
- Encores
- Before the Beach
- Buffett Live - Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays