From somewhere outside, I hear a

Street vendor cry "filet gumbo"

From my window I see him, going

Down the street and he don't know

That we 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

(in the shadows)

She was new to me, full of mystery,

But now I know (but know I know)

That she's just a girl,

And I'm just a guy, in a room

For love in the hot afternoon



We got high in the park,

This morning and we sat, without talkin'

Then she came back here,

In the heat of the day, tired of walkin'

Where under her breath,

She hummed to herself a tune

Of Love in the hot afternoon