The aristocrats and bureaucrats are dirty rats.
Life is so groovy when your record is hot.
Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.
We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.
The battles, the fights, the bruises, the bites. That's the way true love grows.
If New Orleans is allowed to die, a crucial part of the world's music heritage will disappear.