From somewhere outside I hear the street vendor cry filet gumbo   Through my window I see him going down the street and he don't know   That she fell right to sleep in the damp tangled sheets so soon   After love in the hot afternoon   Now the Bourbon Street lady sleeps like a baby in the shadows   She was new to me full of mystery but now I know   She's much more to me than just a girl in the room for love in the hot afternoon   [ ac.guitar ]   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 her breath she hummed to herself a tune of love in the hot afternoon   Now the Bourbon Street lady...   For love in the hot afternoon