Lyrics:

(Paul) A little piano from John Thomas Griffith. He's usually grippin' and rippin' the lead guitar. Give it up for John over there. This is what we call in New Orleans a hurricane party. Kick it Freddy!
(Fred) Ah one! Ah Two! Ah one two three four!

My hurricane party got outta control
I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
With red ant bites all over my ass
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat

We had a little party me and my friends
A hurricane was coming to New Orleans again
somebody brought scotch somebody brought beer
I shoulda' kept the hooch and thrown'em outta here

A friendly game a penny a hand
Smoke a cigar act like a man
Waintin' for the gale force winds to blow
Shuffle up the cards and let the liquor flow

My hurricane party got outta control
I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
With red ant bites all over my ass
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat

Somebody's girlfriend showed up by surprise
With cookies in her hands and dollar signs in her eyes
I started dipping her cookies in scotch
Well she won all my money and my pocket watch

Well I passed out and I woke up
The house was empty and so was my cup
From out on the front porch I heard them shout
I wish they'd come in so I could throw them out

My hurricane party got outta control
I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
With red ant bites all over my ass
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat JTG!

Everybody's wrestling out in the dirt
I laughed so hard till my stomach hurt
They saw me clean they heard me laugh
They started charging at me and I grabbed the bat

My hurricane party got outta control
I'm lying in the gutter eatin' tootsie rolls
With red ant bites all over my ass
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
Beating on my buddies with a baseball bat
I used to know the way to Fenway Park!