While My Mind Is Flexible,

I Know I Should Be Leaving This Climate, I've Got A Verse, But Can't Rhyme It.

This Imitation Elvis May Not Be The King, But Baby I'm The Next Best Thing.

The Beautiful People In The Magazines, Got The Normal Ones Living Beyond Their Means.

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.

And You Find As A Writer There Are Certain Spots On The Planet Where You Write Better Than Others, And I Believe In That. And New Orleans Is One Of Them.