From somewhere outside,
I hear a street vendor cry "filet gumbo"
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don't know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon.
Chorus:
Now this bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows
He was new to me, full of mystery
But now I know that he's just a guy,
And I'm just a girl in a room
Making love in the hot afternoon.
We met in the park this morning
And we sat, without talking
Then we came back here,
In the heat of the day, tired of walking
Where under his breath,
He hummed to himself a tune
About love in the hot afternoon
Repeat Chorus