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Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon Street dream
She's just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you, little boy
You better leave her alone

Leroy Brown thought he was bad, too
'Til she left him floatin' in the old bayou
She's the kind of girl
She's built like a bomb
She's the blackeyed
Blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde
Get down

That blackeyed beauty
With the golden crotch
French electric sex
A cock shocking swamp fox
Heathen queen of sleaze
She's hot to box
But let me tell you, little boy
She'll clean your clock

A slick and sly spy
Stuck in the muck of the moat
Blew his mind
To find a diamond in the boat
Double O Dooms Day
For Mr. James Bond
She's the blackeyed
Blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde
Get down