Friday, December 16, 2005

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Lovely Rita, hurricane

Lovely Rita, hurricane,
Only high pressure can come between us.
When it gets low you blow my roof away...
Standing on a Gulf-side street, eh
When I caught a glimpse of Rita
Stirring up seawaves and the fish on the hooks.
In the sea, she looked much slower,
But the clouds upon her shoulders
Made her look a little like the Michelin Man.
Lovely Rita, hurricane,
May I stay here indefinitely
You aren't Katrina, don't try removing me...
Stuck it out and tried to shake her
Ended up under water
Told her that I never want to see her again...
Got the bill, insurance paid it
I went home and cleaned the basement
Sitting on a sofa from the local Goodwill
Oh, lovely Rita, hurricane,
Where would I be without you,
Give us a storm and make me think of you.....