People come gather
I’ll fry you a fish tale in song
Of a Round Robin Hood down Louisianne
Bound to right wrong
Downhill to the bayou
Hailed the Kingfish, Huey P. Long

He shook down Mister Rockefeller
With excise tax on Standard Oil
Built roads and bridges
Paid labor fair wage for their toil
Free textbooks for the chillens
Salty mudbugs brought up to boil

Pork in the barrel
A chicken for every pot
Every man a king but
A crown he wears not
Only to bite the bullet
Like the Kingfish when shot

By vote of the people
On the State Railroad Commission
The Kingfish swam against undercurrents
On a whim and a-wishin’
On a course of collision with 
Impeachment and recall petition

He took oath as Guv’nor
In Nineteen-Twenty-and-Eight
And then to the Senate
He stepped up on stumps through the state
The Kingfish was a-runnin’
For President of these United States

A chicken in every pot
Pick a wishbone
Every man a king
Upon his own throne
But none wears a crown
Save the Kingfish, crowned with a headstone

In a big easy backroom
Playin’ bourré and puffin’ cigars
Swilling a shot of revenge
The Old Regulars
The Kingfish circles the bait
Ole FDR

Well a friend to the poor
Is sure enough bound to make foes
You can’t share the wealth
Without steppin’ on somebody’s toes
Plots were a-hatched
To catch Kingfish with cruel deadly blows

Oysters Rockefeller,
Stewed, nude, or fried brown
Every man a king
But none wears a crown
Save for the Kingfish
Crowned in the heart when gunned down

In a marble-lined slew
On the rock of his Cajun empire
The Kingfish got caught on the hooks of
Resentment and ire
Boo-Hooey was nailed 
In the hullabaloo hail of gunfire

From the bloody Red River
To brackish Lake Pontchartrain
Now hatemongering gators
Crawl in the snakeskin-headed Klan
And the Kingfish will never again
Rule Louisianne

Oh, Hail to the Kingfish
Rock me, Abraham
Oh, pray for and well-wish
Undercurrents in Louisianne
Remember the king
Living un-crowned in every man