Hurricane Party

(Paul) A little piano from John Thomas Griffith. He's usually grippin' and rippin' the lead guitar. Give it up for John over there. This is what we call in New Orleans a hurricane party. Kick it Freddy!
 (Fred) Ah one! Ah Two! Ah one two three four!
 My hurricane party got outta control
 I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
 With red ant bites all over my ass
 Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
 We had a little party me and my friends
 A hurricane was coming to New Orleans again
 somebody brought scotch somebody brought beer
 I shoulda' kept the hooch and thrown'em outta here
 A friendly game a penny a hand
 Smoke a cigar act like a man
 Waintin' for the gale force winds to blow
 Shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow
 My hurricane party got outta control
 I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
 With red ant bites all over my ass
 Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
 Somebody's girlfriend showed up by surprise
 With cookies in her hands and dollar signs in her eyes
 I started dipping her cookies in scotch
 Well she won all my money and my pocket watch
 Well I passed out and I woke up
 The house was empty and so was my cup
 From out on the front porch I heard them shout
 I wish they'd come in so I could throw them out
 My hurricane party got outta control
 I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
 With red ant bites all over my ass
 Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat JTG!
 Everybody's wrestling out in the dirt
 I laughed so hard till my stomach hurt
 They saw me clean they heard me laugh
 They started charging at me and I grabbed the bat
 My hurricane party got outta control
 I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
 With red ant bites all over my ass
 Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
 Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
 Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
 I used to know the way to Fenway Park!