(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 Oh