There's a black man and a black cat
In a New Orleans neighborhood
He's in a welfare state in St. Bernard
You know he loves, he loves livin' in the hood
And his woman in the kitchen dresses like a slob
And he looks at her and says:
"Hey darlin', I remember when you could get shot on this block"

Oh, but ain't that Katrina, you and me
Ain't that Katrina, something to see, baby
Ain't that Katrina, hand-outs for free, yeah
Little F.E.M.A. trailers fo' you and me
Fo' you and me

Well, there's a homeless man in the park
Sleeps on the bench in the dark
He's got greasy hair, toothless smile
He says: "Lord, this must be my destination"
And they asked him, last Tuesday
"Man, are you a displaced resident?"
But along with their negritudes, those old lazy squatters
Just kinda came and went

Oh, but ain't that Katrina, you and me
Ain't that Katrina, something to see, baby
Ain't that Katrina, hand-outs for free, yeah
Little F.E.M.A. trailers fo' you and me

Well there's street people and more people
Where did they go, go, go?
Used to live in section eight
And now they're floatin' in the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh yeah

There's high waters, now there's looters
And they'll do a drug deal
Cuz the gansters addicted to pills
Those pill bills that kill

Oh, but ain't that Katrina, you and me
Ain't that Katrina, something to see, baby
Ain't that Katrina, hand-outs for free, yeah
Little F.E.M.A. trailers fo' you and me

Oh, but ain't that Katrina, you and me
Ain't that Katrina, something to see, baby
Ain't that Katrina, hand-outs for free, yeah
Little F.E.M.A. trailers fo' you and me
Fo' you and me

Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah