Everybody Sing Along! by kaufman 9-08-05

Raining on the City of New Orleans, Katrina brings a Monday morning storm. Those who can, they jam the outbound highways, Fifty thousand others try to stay dry and warm. But the budget's rotten to the Corps, The levees, they can take no more, Waves of death into the city move. And on the poorer side of town, Old black men and women drown, While others wait for help upon their roof. Good morning America, how are you? Don't you know me, I'm your place for fun. I'm the clogged drain called the City of New Orleans, I'll be sunk 80% when the day is done.

Second Verse, Things Getting Worse! by kaufman 9-08-05

Surviving in the City of New Orleans, Looting stores, sandbagging your home... Or sweltering inside the darkened outhouse That proves to be a not-so-Superdome. The bureaucrats won't let you leave, The growing stench makes you dry-heave, And at the seams the whole damned place is bustin! After five days they let you go Onto a bus, and westward ho! Shoehorned into another dome in Houston. Good mourning, America, how are you? Don't you know me, I'm your place for fun. I'm the clogged drain called the City of New Orleans, I'll be sunk 80% when the day is done.

Their Performance Ratings Arlo by kaufman 9-08-05

Rescuing the City of New Orleans, FEMA finally sends a thousand men. Volunteer medics come south to help, Without approval, they're sent home again. The prez laughs and strums his guitar, While the VP vacations far From any place where he might be of use. The Guard shows up after a week, Authorized to shoot the ones they seek, Haven't those poor folk had enough abuse? Good night, America, how are you? Don't you know me, I'm your place for fun. I'm the clogged drain called the City of New Orleans, I'll be sunk 80% when the day is done.

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