There is a mouse in new orleans, They call the Squeaky Squonk. And he’s been the ruin of many a poor…

There is a mouse in new orleans, They call the Squeaky Squonk. And he’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I am one. My mother was a sailor, She sailed and fucked a bee Me father was a bumbling bee Who stung at new orleans. Now the only thing a mouser needs Is a trap and a piece of cheese And the only time he is satisfied Is when the squeak decease [Instrumental Break] [Organ Solo]…