If You Still Have To Ask, Shame

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.

I'm A Spade, You're An Ofay. Let's Play.

It Makes You Feel Good, Man, Makes You Forget All The Bad Things That Happen To A Negro. It Makes You Feel Wanted, And When You're With Another Tea Smoker, It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.

I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

When I Go To The Gate, I'll Play A Duet With Gabriel. Yeah, We'll Play 'sleepy Time Down South' And 'hello, Dolly!.' Then He Can Blow A Couple That He's Been Playing Up There All The Time.