Paroles: Solex. Low Kick And Hard Bop. Cayenne.

We went to the local fish-shack restaurant
And ordered two dozen crabs dusted with cayenne
Steamed up and served with a pair of wooden mallets
I never had anything like that
They all seem to earn a living by jumping off city-bridges
Visitors could only rub their eyes in amazement
Just beause they were not used to so much happiness