(Spoken)
They call New Orleans the big easy
But my world was turning upside down
It was turning into the big weird

Another balmy night in old Treme
Creole ladies dance and sway
Look at that girl, she looks so young
Flirting like she's having fun

She says hey Casanova
Look what I got
There's a party down the block
Big strong men in party frocks

Party time in the big weird
Whores, punks, pimps and dancing queers

Can't you dig the weirdness
Come and join the weirdness
Got to love the weirdness of it all

Fell for this gal, she was so young
I'm gonna hate myself when morning comes
But I lost her somewhere in a crowd
With the music playing much too loud

But I can't stand the weirdness
I can't stand the weirdness
I can't take the weirdness of it all
I can't stand the weirdness of it all

Now I just can't look myself in the face
Because of the disgrace
Drifted into this desolate place
I feel so out of place

I can see it now
In a couple more years
I'll be in the big weird
But she'll be out of here

I can't stand the weirdness
I can't face the weirdness
I can't take the weirdness of it all

Look at me now full of self destruction
That's part of the big seduction

Yeah, living in the big weird

Another rainy day in sad Treme
Even the funeral parlours' closed today
But there's a party on
Just across the way
And there's a brass band playing on a dead man's grave

No, I can't stand the weirdness
I can't face the weirdness
I can't take the weirdness of it all

Living in the big weird
Living in the big weird
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