Sazurac
Headed ta NOLA thoughts a gettin' frisky
Lookin fo' somethin' just a Lil' risky
Groovin' Bourbon Street, checkin' things out
Where that Mardi Gras spirit is always about
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
Spied little a sign Olde Absenthe House
Dingy dive from 1807 or there 'bouts
Sazurac Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
High French doors with Victorian style
Ornate iron curves undulate with beguile
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
True sense of nostalgia true sense of class
No tellin' how many done passed out on they well
Eerie and dark place seemed deserted oh yeah
Voice from the shadows said come on in be converted
Sazurac rye whiskey, ice cubes in the glass
Peychaud's-n-Angostura to add a little sass
Mysterious green bottle fine absenthe voodoo
Ease all your pain exotic jade hoodoo
She started poorin' on that silver silver spoon
A cube in the raw sweet molasses bloom
Then she lit it on fire a tender blue glow
Twist of that lemon kicked the spoon in for show
Then she muddled it all up got that black licorice smell
Got that strange sensation I was headed for Hell
After slingin' a few whodat mojo got workin'
Woke the next mornin' numb dazed-n-hurtin'
Charmed whisper echoed from the high balcony
Want some beignets hon Cuz ya ain't gettin' free
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
Sazurac, Sazurac
Lookin fo' somethin' just a Lil' risky
Groovin' Bourbon Street, checkin' things out
Where that Mardi Gras spirit is always about
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
Spied little a sign Olde Absenthe House
Dingy dive from 1807 or there 'bouts
Sazurac Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
High French doors with Victorian style
Ornate iron curves undulate with beguile
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
True sense of nostalgia true sense of class
No tellin' how many done passed out on they well
Eerie and dark place seemed deserted oh yeah
Voice from the shadows said come on in be converted
Sazurac rye whiskey, ice cubes in the glass
Peychaud's-n-Angostura to add a little sass
Mysterious green bottle fine absenthe voodoo
Ease all your pain exotic jade hoodoo
She started poorin' on that silver silver spoon
A cube in the raw sweet molasses bloom
Then she lit it on fire a tender blue glow
Twist of that lemon kicked the spoon in for show
Then she muddled it all up got that black licorice smell
Got that strange sensation I was headed for Hell
After slingin' a few whodat mojo got workin'
Woke the next mornin' numb dazed-n-hurtin'
Charmed whisper echoed from the high balcony
Want some beignets hon Cuz ya ain't gettin' free
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
Sazurac, Sazurac
Feelin' so good won't never go back
Sazurac, Sazurac
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Writer(s): David Menter
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