Serpentine

Maybe its just age or a thousand other fears
 That took me back tonight to my early carnival years
 I can see the period moving like the source of the old Golf Stream
 Oh, what a lovely dream
 Adolescent lust was begging for a start
 As I sidestepped those brothers with their sacred hearts
 Yep, those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
 Follies chasing death, you can count me in
 Theres flambeau man with a golden ring
 And a cruel, north wind, smells like kerosene
 Here comes the float with the carnival queen
 I wanna wrap her in serpentine
 Hands up high, eyes open wide
 Throw me something, mister, thats why you ride
 Cracker jacks with tares inside
 Kneel beyond our wildest dreams
 Foots and masks that are too
 Some things really are the way they seem
 Beads and confetti were littering the air
 When the queen looked at me with her Ava Gardner stare
 Though tomorrow would bring ashes and penance by the ton
 Mardi Gras is where I learned to have fun
 Theres flambeau man with a golden ring
 And a cruel, north wind, smells like kerosene
 Im still in love with the carnival queen
 I wanna wrap her in serpentine
 Still wanna wrap her in serpentine
 It was the devil!