University of Bourbon Street

I guess the point of goin' to college
Was to acquire myself a little knowledge
And help me figure out
What life was really all about

It made Peets and J.D. happy
And set me wild and free
Then I danced out of Mississippi
To the University of Bourbon Street

I sang, "Hey (hey), Pocky A-way"
On the streetcar headed uptown
I went to class (sure did) every day
And never wore a frown

I was taught by the Neville Brothers
Benny Spellman, and a whole lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line

I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I was branded by Jean Lafitte
At the University of Bourbon Street

I sang on a paddlewheel boat
Floated down the Mississippi
Helped build a Mardi Gras float
And smoked a joint with a beautiful hippie

I heard a church choir sing
"Change my guitar strings"
Thought things just couldn't get better
'Til I walked to the Central Grocery
And had myself a muffaletta

I took my lunchbox to the streetcar
That Tennessee named, "Desire"
Then I followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street

Yeah, we got high-class, low-rent Voodoo information
Pat O'Brien's hurricane accreditation
Old-school sex education
And I learned how to eat

From the music and the people
To the cookin' and the joy
It really ain't a mystery
I just followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street

I got my Lucky Dog Ph.D.
At the University of Bourbon Street
Yeah, I just followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street
And a Po' Boy Master's Degree
At the University of Bourbon Street

It's all sweet, darling
University of Bourbon Street
Hand me that umbrella
Follow me to school
University of Bourbon Street
University of Bourbon Street