When I was young I lived in a house down in New Orleans
And just like Eric Burden and the Animals, I had my dreams

I was raised by a toothless hag
I was livin’ in a New Orleans honky-tonk drag
But still I thought myself this is all very casalecki

I learned to sing – mmm – at an early age
Yeah, and Elvis was the King and he was all the rage
I got a guitar and I learned to play it well
My mother said I’d go straight to hell
I was -- I was very very very casalecki
I didn’t always have such a way with words and such
So I used the word, casalecki, as my social crutch

Whenever I didn’t know just what to say
Casalecki would be okay
I was, I was very casalecki

I moved to flew to Marrakesh to see what I could find
I met some dudes there and I nearly lost my mind
We were laying down some really cool sounds
Just like those cats in the Velvet Underground
We were – mmm – very casalecki

We played at a party one night for a guru
We met some guy there who we thought had a screw loose
This dude he told us that we played quite well
And we were something that he thought he could sell
We were – oh, we were – ha – mmm, mmm - very casalecki

We got a contract – ohh – just like he told us
But we, we didn’t know it at the time this guy had sold us
We played in Bombay long into the night
Just nickels and dimes didn’t seem so right

Well, we broke up and went our separate ways
Those were the days – very casalecki, very casalecki
Those were the days – very casalecki, very casalecki
Those were the days – very casalecki, very casalecki
Those were the days