Sado-Domestics

Lyrics

Krewe of Dreux, nineteen eighty-two
Four-plex on the corner, Prentiss Avenue
Chilly Gentilly
Holiday
Get up in the morning, have your own parade

Sacks of oysters and a whole lot of fun
Every kinda party favor under the sun
Hittin' it hard
Keepin’ the peace
No one had to worry much about the police

Second Line Social, Cosmic Debris
Smiled at the people
Caught a few beads
Drank your way from bar to bar
Whistlin’ past the graveyard and abandoned cars

After well after dusk, you sashayed back
Threw some darts
Stepped on a crack
Pulled them tube-socks up to your knees
Went to bed without brushing your teeth

When summer comes around again
We’ll sing them drinking songs
And think about the times we shared
And where them times has gone

When summer comes around again
If you can’t sing along
I’ll try to reach you one last time
On the payphone
At the Bacchus Lounge

Something put you on the run
Drove you to Montana
Going to the Sun
Left your wife and your daughter behind
If only for the season while you borrowed time

Made your mark on a whole new crew
We sang and played and we sparked a few
Wildwood Flower, End of the Line
And quite a few numbers by ol’ John Prine

Bad circulation
Cholesterol too
Never seemed to trouble you at quarter-past-two
And when it all was said and done
We parted as friends, said stay in touch

And I kept that address
Prentiss Avenue
And payphone number for the Krewe of Dreux
But the sign on the window says Permanently Closed
Sign on the window
Mmm Hmm

When summer comes around again
We’ll sing them drinking songs
And think about the times we shared
And where them times has gone

When summer comes around again
If you can’t sing along
I’ll try to reach you one last time
On the payphone
At the Bacchus Lounge