The Day It Snows On Christmas - Allen Toussaint

There’ll be no crazy down on Bourbon Street

The second line is gonna lose the beat

They won’t be having fun at Mardi Gras

And all the Cajuns going to move to Arkansas

Yeah, the alligator’s going to fly

And doubloons’ll rain from the sky

And the Pontchartrain will freeze and we’re all gonna skate

The day it snows on Christmas, yeah

In New Orleans

The day it snows on Christmas, yeah, yeah

There’ll be no flavor to the beans and rice

And Mr. Emeril will forget the spice

Well, let me tell you 'bout the odds of that

Just like trying to hold the mighty Mississippi back

Yeah, the alligator’s going to fly

And doubloons’ll rain from the sky

And the Pontchartrain will freeze and we’re all gonna skate

The day it snows on Christmas, yeah

In New Orleans

The day it snows on Christmas, yeah, yeah

Don’t take no skis down to the levee

Don’t take no sleigh down to Monkey Hill, no, no

Santa ain’t bringing no snow this year

And he never will

The coffee won’t have any chicory

The moss will fall right off the live oak tree

Tchoupitoulas won’t have one pothole

And the saints’ll go marching to the super bowl

Yeah, the alligator’s gonna fly

And doubloons’ll fall from the sky

And the Pontchartrain will freeze and we’re all gonna skate

The day it snows on Christmas, yeah

In New Orleans

The day it snows on Christmas day

I can’t wait

The day it snows on Christmas, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Merry Christmas, y’all