Sing, sing, big Sally's carolling
Blue jeans hooked up in
Black beans, she loves cooking
While Jesse's looking for a good job, or something
Dream, dream, Sally's yawning
'So hot, too much for working
So long, she's been sleeping
Don't know black beans burning
Don't know blue jeans blazing
So that the little kitchen
Sally, your home is burning
Sweet Sally, your life is leaving
Some hoods, in New-Orleans
Some hoods, in New-Orleans
