| There’ll be no crazy down on Bourbon Street
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| The second line is gonna lose the beat
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| They won’t be having fun at Mardi Gras
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| And all the Cajuns going to move to Arkansas
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| Yeah, the alligator’s going to fly
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| And doubloons’ll rain from the sky
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| And the Pontchartrain will freeze and we’re all gonna skate
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| The day it snows on Christmas, yeah
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| In New Orleans
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| The day it snows on Christmas, yeah, yeah
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| There’ll be no flavor to the beans and rice
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| And Mr. Emeril will forget the spice
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| Well, let me tell you 'bout the odds of that
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| Just like trying to hold the mighty Mississippi back
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| Yeah, the alligator’s going to fly
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| And doubloons’ll rain from the sky
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| And the Pontchartrain will freeze and we’re all gonna skate
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| The day it snows on Christmas, yeah
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| In New Orleans
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| The day it snows on Christmas, yeah, yeah
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| Don’t take no skis down to the levee
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| Don’t take no sleigh down to Monkey Hill, no, no
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| Santa ain’t bringing no snow this year
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| And he never will
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| The coffee won’t have any chicory
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| The moss will fall right off the live oak tree
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| Tchoupitoulas won’t have one pothole
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| And the saints’ll go marching to the super bowl
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| Yeah, the alligator’s gonna fly
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| And doubloons’ll fall from the sky
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| And the Pontchartrain will freeze and we’re all gonna skate
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| The day it snows on Christmas, yeah
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| In New Orleans
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| The day it snows on Christmas day
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| I can’t wait
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| The day it snows on Christmas, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Merry Christmas, y’all |