I guess the point of goin' to college
Was to acquire myself a little knowledge
What life was really all about
It made Peets and J.D. happy
Then I danced out of Mississippi
To the University of Bourbon Street
I sang, "Hey (hey), Pocky A-way"
On the streetcar headed uptown
I went to class (sure did) every day
I was taught by the Neville Brothers
Benny Spellman, and a whole lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I was branded by Jean Lafitte
At the University of Bourbon Street
I sang on a paddlewheel boat
Floated down the Mississippi
Helped build a Mardi Gras float
And smoked a joint with a beautiful hippie
I heard a church choir sing
"Change my guitar strings"
Thought things just couldn't get better
'Til I walked to the Central Grocery
And had myself a muffaletta
I took my lunchbox to the streetcar
That Tennessee named, "Desire"
Then I followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street
Yeah, we got high-class, low-rent Voodoo information
Pat O'Brien's hurricane accreditation
From the music and the people
To the cookin' and the joy
It really ain't a mystery
I just followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street
At the University of Bourbon Street
Yeah, I just followed my dancin' feet
To the University of Bourbon Street
And a Po' Boy Master's Degree
At the University of Bourbon Street
University of Bourbon Street
University of Bourbon Street
University of Bourbon Street