(Frat Brother)
Outta his way
He’s gonna spew!
The kid can’t really hold his brew
He is sh*t-faced, so boozed, confused, and “bowled” over

(Drunk)
Vomit on shoes my only kicks
It may be hard to pick up chicks

(Frat Brother)
That gal who sprayed might get you laid

(Frat Brother and Drunk)
Cause we’re drinking liquor!

Bourbon Street
Here the perverts are pining
Twelve sex shops for them guys

(Drunk)
Pat O’Brien’s

(Frat Brother)
A drunk’s Zion

(Drunk)
Smells like feet
On Bourbon Street

If you want to down an Martini
There is the Gay Community
Flirty Cross Dresser, Ewww
Hammered Temptation

(Frat Brother)
But I’ll be there to save your skin
Unless I’m offered a free gin

(Drunk)
A couple shots until I plotz

(Drunk and Frat Brother)
Our vodka fixation

On Bourbon Street
At the bar’s where we’re dining
All our food is deep-fried

(Drunk)
Spittoon Spitting

(Frat Brother)
Till we’re splitting

(Drunk)
Gals in heat
On Bourbon Street

(Drunk and Frat Brother)
Here in every weather
Heat stroke to frost bite

(Drunk)
I’ll be applauded and desired

(Frat Brother)
When you’re off streaking

(Gay Bartender)
Though cops are freaking

(Drunk)
Sober guys here are inspired

On Bourbon Street
Where the strippers have mansions
Gaining thousands a night

(Frat Brother)
Hey there hottie!

(Drunk)
Where’s the potty?!

(Frat Brother)
Some hot loving!!!

(Drunk)
Beer brawl shoving

(Slow tempo)

(Drunk)
Bourbon Street…
Where you might lose a kidney
To a mafia guy…
T-shirt shops there

(Frat Brother)
Flashing tops there

(Drunk)
Fun’s complete
Down on Bourbon… Street…