Mardi Gras Momma



Mardi Gras Momma

is so sweet and fine... 

She works Bourbon Street

during Mardi Gas time... 


Her hair is so long

and her booty is a shakin... 

She wants a sugar daddy... 

all his money she’ll be a takin...


Mardi Gras Momma

won’t you come home with me... 

I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy 

and you can be my queen bee...


She wants Mardi Gras beads 

and she’s willing to flirt... 

She’ll blow Mardi Gras kisses 

and she’ll pull up her shirt... 


She’ll dance da Mardi Gras mambo

and drink da hurricane... 

She wants to wear a crown 

and do the Mardi Gras reign...


Mardi Gras Momma

won’t you come home with me...

I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy 

and you can be my queen bee...


She’ll wear a fancy gown 

and some high heel shoes... 

She wants a sugar daddy 

to see her private tattoos... 


Will you take her home

to be your Mardi Gras queen... 

She’ll give you lots of babies

cuz she’s only eighteen...


Mardi Gras Momma

won’t you come home with me... 

I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy 

and you can be my queen bee...


It’s getting late at night 

and da balls are almost done... 

I think I’ll take her home 

and have some Mardi Gras fun... 


When she wakes up in da morning 

and has no idea where she is... 

I’ll pat her on the booty 

and give her a glass of pop fizz...


Mardi Gras Momma

won’t you come home with me... 

I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy 

and you can be my queen bee...


© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Photograph: E. J. Bellocq

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