McMikis Speakeasy Bar

I was longing to see again the big town in New Orleans
I met my mate the little Joe, on the greyhound runaway train
We visited together on the weekend, McMikis Speakeasy Bar
Just listen to the music of the time, 1925
Smoke flow through the air, and the whiskey smelt everywhere
The musicians carried their things throughout the crowd
And let stay all this on the stage

The light switched on and the crew gathered for the show
Lily started easily to play and soon, want to kill her old piano
The rest of the crew gets on, the audience humming harder
The drums started booming, the horn section moving slowly
Courageous couples jumping up
And swing their feet on the dance floor
And the barman named Joe was starting to shake
His cocktail to mix to the beat

And now, McBain takes the microphone
And playing the guitar well
He sings about his fucking life
And shouting loud as hell
That cat McBain is crazy cool! The jazz-swingers becomes wild
As every night in New Orleans, McMikis Speakeasy Bar

The Hepcat men just moved around cool
With a cigar in the mouth deeply
And the fashion-pack-women, uhh
Shook their ass, I guess, not unconsciously

And now, McBain takes the microphone
And playing the guitar well
He sings about his fucking life
And shouting loud as hell
That cat McBain is crazy cool! The jazz-swingers becomes wild
As every night in New Orleans, McMikis Speakeasy Bar

And now, McBain takes the microphone
And playing the guitar well
He sings about his fucking life
And shouting loud as hell
That cat McBain is crazy cool! The jazz-swingers becomes wild
As every night in New Orleans, McMikis Speakeasy Bar

As every night in New Orleans, McMikis Speakeasy Bar
As every night in New Orleans, McMikis Speakeasy Bar