King of the Bayou

Cory is the one - she'll never ever die young
She'll be quite candid
And say we were drunks who made her come
Running with Revolt and Plutonium

In the canyons of Uranium
Rolling off roulette on a Rampart Street
Here come the King of the Bayou
When should a beat get the blues?

If its a subway poker game you lose
If the Zulu king is on Main
Lets beat the parades and the crowds from the game
Rushing through the rush hour on an all-nighter

Never seen you look so you
The world really looks from the donut store
Such a funny color in the sun
And in his style he's number one

Said the monkey of the three wise bums
Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent
But he's seen what jammings been done
And they're selling tickets to the stadium

And the doors to the ceilings or our craniums
I was glad we were changing on the gradient
They were sweeping up with searchlights made of Radium
Everglade funk in a club town

For once the traffics been conquered by the streets
Listening close to the water pools
You can hear the hiss and the leaks
And the rattling cans of the shuffling bands

Down the avenues of spare change
Forty blocks north in your memories
In the Indonesian fog and the rain
Cory is the one - she'll never die young

When should a beat get the blues?
If its a subway poker game you lose
Rolling off a roulette on a Rampart Street
Here comes the King of the Bayou