"Basin Street Blues" lyrics - RANDY NEWMAN

Devil: Won't you come along with me,
To the Mississippi,
We'll take a boat to the land of dreams,
Steam down the river to New Orleans.
The band's there to greet us,
Old friends there to meet us.
Where the rich and the poor folks meet,
Let me take you down to Basin Street.

Basin Street,
That's the street,
Where the elite
Always meet,
In New Orleans,
The Land of Dreams,
You'll never know how nice it seems or
Just how much it really means,
I'm glad to be,
Yes siree,
Where the welcome's free.
They're so good to me,
That's where I can lose,
My Basin Street Blues.