No won't you come along with me
Down the Mississippi
We'll take trip to the land of dreams
Floatin' down the river down to New Orleans

And the band'll be there to meet us
Oh, friends to greet us
That's where the light and the dark folks meet
A heaven on earth - they call it Basin Street

Basin street is the street
Where the elite always meet
Out in New Orleans, the land of dreams
You'll never know how nice it seems
Or just how much it really means

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