Fess - Bulletboys

Let me hear that

Tickling ivories down on terpsichore

That Henry had the dope man before his feet could touch the floor

He lurked behind his glasses with another in his hand

A shuffling Hungarian picked to be the man

He was swinging, jumping, genesis in jeans

God’s in New Orleans

Seen him up the block, yeah

The redeemer of rock

God’s in New Orleans

Down on Rampart Fess is in high gear

Kicking in his Baldwin when «Guess Who"walks in here

Mama’s lip curl white boy and serendipity

Schools out boy schout

Graceland’s back in Tennessee

God’s in New Orleans

I seen him up the block, yeah

The redeemer of rock y’all

God’s in New Orleans

God’s in New Orleans

God’s in New Orleans

Gotta stand up and testify

'Cause the Fess will never die

God’s in New Orleans

God’s in New Orleans