I have no clue why I started to do this. I was lying in bed, wide awake last night, and it just came to me. Please tell me what you think!
Mr. President Why
(to the tune of American Pie)
Verse 1:
A long, long, time ago, I can still remember
When New Orleans made the people smile.
And I knew if they took the chance
The feds would know with one quick glance
That no one would be happy for a while.
The Weather Channel made me shiver
With every statement they'd deliver
Katrina on their doorstep
They couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I heard about the Runaway Bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day New Orleans died.
So Why, Why, Mr. President, Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die
they don't care when poor people die.
Verse 2:
Did you write the book on dumb?
Do you think you can make God come?
Did the Bible tell you so?
Now have you seen the latest poll?
I have to say, you're on a roll.
And can your numbers really sink so low?
Well, I think that you're in love with Rice,
Aww, the two of you would look so nice
With Condi and her shoes
Don't you ever watch the news?
Oh if you'd stop trying to pass the buck
Stop playing ranch in your pick up truck
Yeah I knew we were out of luck
The day New Orleans died.
I started singing
Why, Why, Mr. President Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye.
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die
they don't care when poor people die.
Verse 3:
Now for five days they were on their own
The food and water was all gone
That's not how it was meant to be.
The world saw the people on their screen
Tell of the horrors they had seen
Begging for help from you and me.
And while FEMA just let them down
No leadership from Michael Brown
And Congress was adjourned
No help til they returned.
And while you pretend to read on salt
The mayor cried it was all your fault
Your vacation time came to a hault
The day New Orleans died.
We were singing
Why, Why, Mr. President Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye.
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die
they don't care when poor people die.
Verse 4:
Now things got worse in the summer swelter
It was dangerous to stay inside the shelter
The city began to fill up fast
The National Guard arrived at last
People lived on the over pass
The Red Cross, left outside, couldn't pass
All the people there began to fume
Politicians sang the same old tune
This was their golden chance
Oh but they never took a glance.
And so the citys fate was finally sealed,
And FEMA, they refused to yield.
Do you recall who will rebuild?
The day New Orleans died.
We started singing
Why, Why, Mr. President, Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die
they don't care when poor people die.
And though it was all one space
The city's gone without a trace
No people left to start again
So come on, Halliburton, rebuild it quick
Charge us thousands for each brick
Cause profit is the devil's only friend
Oh and as I read each day's front page
My hands would clench in fists of rage
New Orleans became the Hell
That broke your Satan's Spell
And as the floods climbed high into the night
The media began reporting right
I saw our enemies laughing with delight
The day New Orleans died.
They were singing
Why, Why, Mr. President, Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die
they don't care when poor people die.
I saw a man on the evening news
His wife had drowned, his children too
His faith had somehow gone astray
And you went down to the gulf shore
Like nothing you had seen before
Told those people that help was on the way
And in the streets the people screamed
Their lives were gone with all their dreams
Your words - an empty token
Their hearts - they all were broken
And the city I admire most
Along with much of the Gulf coast
Had now become a painful ghost
The day New Orleans died.
And they were singing
Why, Why, Mr. President, Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die
they don't care when poor people die.
They were singing
Why, Why, Mr. President, Why?
You cut the funding to the levees
And the levees went bye
Them good ol' boys can't even fake a good cry
When they see all those poor people die