Randy East

Randy East

 Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA
BandPopAdult Contemporary

Original music by Randy East on vocals and guitar.

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Pork Chop and Kidney Stew

Written By: Randy East

PORK CHOP AND KIDNEY STEW
by Randy East

CHORUS:
PORK CHOP SHUFFLES IN HIS SOFT SHOE
KIDNEY STEW BY HIS SIDE
HE'S THE UNCROWNED KING OF BOURBON STREET
YOU KNOW THE
FRENCH QUARTER'S PRIDE
DIXIELAND SLIDIN' ON THE OLE TROMBONE,
AS THE CLARINET TAKES HIS RIDE
AND PORK CHOP SHUFFLES IN HIS SOFT SHOE,
PORK CHOP SHUFFLES IN HIS SOFT SHOE,
PORK CHOP SHUFFLES IN HIS SOFT SHOE, (last time to Coda)
KIDNEY STEW BY HIS SIDE.

Verse1
NOW YOU CAN SEE ALMOST ALL THE SIGHTS
IN NEW ORLEANS
BUGGY THE QUARTER, GRAYLINE THE LAKE
RIVER ON THE DELTA QUEEN.
STREETCAR ALL THE GARDEN DISTRICT HOMES
OR CANAL STREET SHOP AWHILE
BUT YOU AIN'T SEEN NEW ORLEANS,
YOU AIN'T SEEN NEW ORLEANS,
YOU AIN'T SEEN NEW ORLEANS,
TIL PORK CHOP MAKES YA SMILE (To Chorus)

Bridge
NOW YOU DON'T FIND THEM, THEY'LL FIND YOU
JUST WAIT AND SEE
DANCIN' TO THE DIXIELAND SLIPPIN' OUT THE BARS
ON BOURBON STREET

Verse2
NOW KIDNEY STEW JUST APPEARED ONE DAY
NO ONE REALLY KNOW QUITE WHEN
SOME PEOPLE SAY HE'S PORK CHOP'S SON
OTHERS SAY HE'S JUST A FRIEND
PUT A DOLLAR IN THE HAT AND JUST LIKE THAT
THEY'LL BE DANCIN' FOR YOU AND ME
AS THEIR SHOES GO TIPPITY-TAP, TIPPITY-TAP
THEIR SHOES GO TIPPITY-TAP, TIPPITY-TAP
THEIR SHOES GO TIPPITY-TAP, TIPPITY-TAP
DOWN ON BOURBON STREET (To Chorus)

Coda
KIDNEY STEW BY HIS,
PORK CHOP SHUFFLIN',
EVERYBODY SINGIN' THIS SONG.

(Spoken)
I BETCHA I CAN TELL YOU WHERE YOU GOT THOSE SHOES AT.

Jackson Square

Written By: Randy East

Jackson Square
by Randy East

Jackson Square, now every body’s there and it’s a Sunday afternoon.
Jazz bands plan and the people sway and I’m in love with you.
People gather and it doesn’t matter if they’re old or young.
Jackson Square, now everybody’s there, we’re gonna have some fun.

Chorus
So come on mama down to Jackson Square we’re gonna dance, dance, dance.
Come on mama down to Jackson Square, we’re gonna dance, dance, dance.

Andrew Jack, St. Ann to his back, gonna ride to the settin’ sun.
High on his steed, he charges in the lead and the battle has just begun.
It’s a wonderful day to start a ride this way, hear the music from the band.
Andrew Jack, St. Ann to his back, gonna dance to the Dixieland.

Repeat Chorus