The Battle of New Orleans 2005
Lyrics by Bryan Frink
Performed by Bob Jackson Miner (c) 2006
In twenty-ought-five, Dubya took a little trip
Got the helicopter view above the mighty Mississip’
They posed him for a photo-op with shovel, boots and jeans,
Dodgin’ Hurricane Katrina in the Town of New Orleans.
Chorus
Well, Bush… fired off a memo, and Katrina kept a-comin’
Blowin’ twice as hard as she was an hour ago.
He fired off another, then he commenced a-runnin’
To his ranch down in Texas where the storm wouldn’t blow.
Shoulda shored up the levees, shoulda held the waters back,
But the boys who coulda done it was a dyin’ in Iraq.
Now it’s just them intee-lek-shoo-uhls, them liberals and queers
Citin’ all them studies from the Corp of Engineers.
Chorus
The folk who couldn’t leave sheltered in the Super Dome,
Where it took a lotta dyin’ just to make a house a home.
FEMA waded in, when the waters wouldn’t drop,
Gave ‘em each a credit card and said, “Go out and shop.”
Chorus
Bridge
He ran through lies and he ran through explanations.
Ran through excuses even Clinton wouldn’t know.
Ran off at the mouth 'bout FEMA’s ministrations
While the Big Easy drownded in the Gulf of Mexico.
The hurricane surged ‘til the levees melted down,
Then the ‘gators and the cottonmouths swam right into town.
Bourbon Street was dancin’ to a syncopated beat,
With musicians kickin’, stompin’, shakin’ critters off their feet.
Chorus (2 times)
So, why did he go to his ranch down in Texas
where the storm wouldn’t blow???
