(S. Williams)      Won't you come along with me   To the Mississippi   We'll take a boat to the land of dreams   Steam down the river   Down to New Orleans   The bands there to meet us   Old friends to greet us   Where all the elite, always meet   Heaven on earth they call it Basin Street/      Basin Street is the street where the elite, always meet   In New Orleans land of dreams   You never know how nice it seems   Or how much it really means   Glad to be, yes siree, where welcome Street,   Dear to me   Where I can lose my Basin Street blues.      Well, Basin Street, you know it's the street   Where all the swinging people meet   In New Orleans, land of dreams   Your'll never know how nice it seems   Or just how much it really means   Glad to be, ah, yes siree, where welcome Street   Dear to me   Where I can lose my Basin Street blues.      Oh, ain't ya glad ya came with us   Mhm, down the Mississippi   Down to the street, where the folks all meet   Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street...