Lampshade Louie was out on the prowl,
Looking for Mona Lisa, his favorite gal.
She loved to go to the French Quarter slummin',
To listen to the guitar man and his strummin'...
Louie tried to tell her no matter the skill he has,
This was the place for New Orleans jazz,
But Lisa loved to hear the strum of the strings
And the melancholy sound the guitar brings...
He took her to Beale street in her dancin' shoes
One time when Satchmo was playin' the blues.
And wouldn't you know Lisa was unimpressed,
With clarinet, trumpet, blues and all the rest...
So Lampshade knew where to find her at night,
In a little bistro tucked almost out of sight,
Where the guitar was played into the dawn,
With a couple of maracas clickin' along....
The 'in' crowd said this dude was where it was at.
I think his name was Segovia or something like that.
Louie sat quietly listening, his admiration grew.
Next day he went and bought himself a guitar too.....
