she wishes she was in New Orleans, but now she counts her little fingers


you tell me


Well, I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
arm-in-arm down Burgundya
a bottle and my friends and me

(...)

New Orleans, I´ll be there


but I say to you, girl


sit there and count your fingers
what can you do?
old girl you´re through
sit there, count your little fingers
unhappy little girl blue

sit there and count the raindrops
falling on you
it´s time you knew
all you can ever count on
are the raindrops
that fall on little girl blue

won´t you just sit there
count the little raindrops
falling on you?
cause it´s time you knew
all you can ever count on
are the raindrops
that fall on little girl blue

no use old girl
you might as well surrender?
cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
why won´t somebody send a tender blue boy
to cheer up little girl blue