Ella, if you'll start this thing, I'll try and keep out of your way.I'm ready, Mr. C.�� Won't you come along with me? �Where are you fixin' to go, Ella?� Right down the Mississippi �� Ah, jammin' on the Mississippi �� We'll take a boat to the land of dreams �� Steam right down that river down to New Orleans �� The band's gonna meet us �I wonder which band they got in the meeting department, Ella.Mr. John Scott Trotter's gonna meet us, B.Oh, that's the finest, delightful, I can hardly wait.� Where the elite always meet �� Heaven on Earth, they call it Basin Street �� Basin Street is the street �� Where the elite always meet �� Down in New Orleans, land of dreams �� You'll never know how nice it seems �� Or just how much it really means �How'd Mr. Louis Armstrong sing this?� Glad to be, oh, yes, to be �� Babble to Zip where welcome's free �� So I can lose, baby, oh, mama, lose, baby, see �� Basin Street is the street �� Where the elite always meet �� Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams �� You'll never know how nice it seems �� Or just how much it really means �� Mardi Gras, life is raw �� Gumbo filet and coubier �� Where I can lose my Basin Street blues �Well, Ella, that was sure some excursion.Yes, sir, that's a fresh kind of a diversion.� I'm forced to admit that they play so sweet �� Heaven on Earth, they call it Basin Street �