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In the old quarter of New Orleans town
Where mystic, foggy magic hangs around
Lives an Italian with a wild, crooked grin
Hair red as fire, a soul full of gin
In a crisp white suit, not a speck of dust
In his eyes, there’s a wild and a playful lust
He'll say Oh, lovely! then pour out the rye
That’s how Dante Leporache gets by
They call him the Tooth Fairy, so fear his wrath
He'll rip out your tooth and then laugh down the path
Brass knuckles are ready, a smile is a trap
He's a devil, a jester, a hurricane chap
A trophy on his tie is shining so bright
The city's all buzzing 'bout Dante Leporache day and night
His rivals all whisper when he comes in sight
That madman's no saint, he's a creature of night
He's quick as gunpowder, and fierce in a brawl
But his white suit stays spotless, defying it all
With the sound of a trombone, a brassy motif
He’ll relieve you of one of your precious new teeth
His collection of trophies grows day after day
To play with Leporache is to play with fire, they say
They call him the Tooth Fairy, so fear his wrath
He'll rip out your tooth and then laugh down the path
Brass knuckles are ready, a smile is a trap
He's a devil, a jester, a hurricane chap
A trophy on his tie is shining so bright
The city's all buzzing 'bout Dante Leporache day and night
He believes in dark spells and in voodoo dolls deep
And thinks that his own kind of justice is his to keep
The ladies all swoon when he walks in the room
Oh, lovely, let's dance? — and their hearts start to bloom
His charisma could light up the whole French Quarter
He's pompous and dangerous, a hunter and stalker
In his kingdom of jazz, and of sin, and of wine
There's only one story, and that story is his design
They call him the Tooth Fairy, so fear his wrath
He'll rip out your tooth and then laugh down the path
Brass knuckles are ready, a smile is a trap
He's a devil, a jester, a hurricane chap
A trophy on his tie is shining so bright
The city's all buzzing 'bout Dante Leporache day and night
