Wrote this one before the British attacked us with oil in the waters! Which gonna teach you that foreigners are around us to no good.
It is time to go drilling a few, ain't?

In the French Quarter of Louisiana’s New Orleans
they still remember three Musketeers named Ed,
the ones that were the sponsors of the Mardi Gras
with pearl necklaces for feminine bare bosoms,
the kind that will make a blind man to turn his head.

Smarty dressed in their costumes were the three
Ma was proud of the sibling on Cajun food well fed,
although perfume never will replacing a good bath
it was a good disguise for young Ed Jersey Devil
as many out of joint wrought noses could all tell.

PeeWee Ed on the contrary, a compulsive washer,
would want to rub his soap on any sweating maid,
forgetting that Mean Tall Woman would disapprove
of his wandering hands touching forbidden tribes
or such thoroughly intimacy with voluptuous coeds.

Ole Brother Edvard, the senior of them all he was
the first of the bunch half French half a Redneck,
the Lord of Moonshine and a All Night’s Libertine
trying to patiently to teach his brothers new tricks
but those dumb brothers couldn’t, no how, no way!

You need three good Appalachian hillbillies to
clean Bourbon Street of all those filthy French,
English Royalists and Spanish conquistadors too,
with a memorable out of this world bacchanal, but
with not enough wine to the brothers thirst to quench.