Hello America how are you?

[soupkitchen]

Don't you know me they call me Pappy's son
I'm overseeing the flood they call the City of New Orleans
So five hundred more will die
Before the day is done

[HEyHEY]

1. That's "Hello "Merka"

[Botany]

2. Cont.

Dying in the City of New Orleans
They are poor so nobody is keeping score

Good Night America
I will miss ya'
Because the big easy is no more.

[Ready4Change]

3. Riding on the disaster of New Orleans

Hoping it will prop up all my polls
Hug the little girls for all the cameras
Remembering my lines for this new role.
I'm invoking my compassion, fixing a serious face
And trying to look like I could give a f**k
And the fact that all the busses and trucks with their supplies
Showed up right on cue is just good luck.

So wake up, America, I've screwed ya.
The mask I wear says I'm the Holy One.
I played guitar while the sun baked New Orleans.
Guess I'll fry the whole wide world before I'm done.

[soupkitchen]

4. Thats the ticket

Very good