King Of The Bayou

Cory is the one - she'll never ever die young

She'll be quite candid

And say we were drunks who made her come

Running with Revolt and Plutonium



In the canyons of Uranium

Rolling off roulette on a Rampart Street

Here come the King of the Bayou

When should a beat get the blues?



If its a subway poker game you lose

If the Zulu king is on Main

Lets beat the parades and the crowds from the game

Rushing through the rush hour on an all-nighter



Never seen you look so you

The world really looks from the donut store

Such a funny color in the sun

And in his style he's number one



Said the monkey of the three wise bums

Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent

But he's seen what jammings been done

And they're selling tickets to the stadium



And the doors to the ceilings or our craniums

I was glad we were changing on the gradient

They were sweeping up with searchlights made of Radium

Everglade funk in a club town



For once the traffics been conquered by the streets

Listening close to the water pools

You can hear the hiss and the leaks

And the rattling cans of the shuffling bands



Down the avenues of spare change

Forty blocks north in your memories

In the Indonesian fog and the rain

Cory is the one - she'll never die young



When should a beat get the blues?

If its a subway poker game you lose

Rolling off a roulette on a Rampart Street

Here comes the King of the Bayou