Twisted word hits twisted curve,

Mixed and lifted from papyrus papers,

Light it once, but it twice,

Pay them bucks on twisted herb,

Light the sky with our spirits three,

Bourbon on bourbon street,

Hitting doubles, triple down,

Sipping while listening to jazz downtown,

Party on, mardegras beads everywhere,

Bare breasts jiggle while asses wiggle,

Dancing from rooftop to rooftop,

The goodies slung on every corner,

Liars tell fibs to compulsions,

And the fire burns the tip of the tree,

As I drive 53 down highway 63,

Partying on, fire driving me past this final curve.