Way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of dreamy scenes there’s a garden of Eden
That’s what I mean, creole babies with flashing eyes
Softly whisper with tender sighs– Stop!
Oh! won’t you give your lady fair a little smile, Stop!
You bet your life you’ll linger there– a little while
There is heaven right here on earth with those beautiful queens,
Way down yonder in New Orleans.[1]

[Second chorus ending]
They’ve got angels right here on earth
Wearing little blue jeans, way down yonder in New Orleans.