Testo Mardi Gras Song

i'm sorry we're closed we're all out of pizza there's nothing in the oven nothing in the freezer nothing in my till nothing in my pockets and come monday morning there'll be nothing to deposit i'm sorry we're closed you're all out of luck got nothing for your newspaper nothing for your buck nothing here to buy nothing here to sell you want a good story i got nothing to tell say hey, where's your mardi gras song doctor john, iko ike a man came with a gun and took it all away i'm sorry we're closed i'm all out of patience nothing i can do nothing but wait for the cops to arrive i hope they get here soon a customer of mine just bought himself a head wound i'm sorry we're closed we're all out of work there's nothing you can pay me 'cause nothing is worth risking my neck for the nickels and dimes standing in the kitchen i'm standing in the firing line sing hey...