Little old Nita
In New Orleans
I might've been wide
I'm gettin' taller
I may be large
Your gettin' smaller
Little old Nita
In New Orleans
I'll send you telegram
Just to tell you how I am
Oh, little old Nita
In New Orleans
You cook me things
Give me dinner
But, you cooked it
And made me thinner

Little Nita
Little, little old Nita
Little Nita
Little, little old Nita

Oh, little old Nita
In New Orleans
She'll teach you how to fish
How to aim that ole' stick
Oh, little old Nita
Oh, little old aunt
She's 86 years of age
And I love her off the stage
Oh, little old Nita
In New Orleans
She'll teach you how to fish
To aim the stick
Oh, Little old Nita
In New Orleans

Little Nita
Little, little old Nita
Little Nita
Little, little old Nita

When, you were a little taller
I was more smaller
I would ask you for you number
Call you on your phone
You're a crazy, crazy woman
You never seemed too broke
Spendin' all your dough
After all, that's what it's for

Oh, little old Nita
In New Orleans
Oh, little old Nita
In New Orleans
Oh, little old Nita
In New Orleans

Little Nita
Little, Little Nita
Little Nita
Little, Little Nita