The legend lives on from Tallahassee on down
Of sweet Mother Nature's foul temper.
Global warming's rise made her red in the eyes,
And she sent us some storms to remember

Well Ivan was first; some say he was the worst
As he beat that penninsula both ways.
The rain it did pour, the debris it did soar.
As he bent all the roadside signs sideways.

Before folks could react, came another attack
From Jeanne on that battered old seaway.
The buildings were gone, the cars wouldn't last long
As old Jeanne made the first mid-air freeway.

Well Karl was up and so was their luck,
Though Florida was doin' some learning
It would have be fine for the third freakin' time,
But he sandwiched with Ivan's returning.

The folks were insane, trying to place the blame
But they still couldn't use all their phone lines
Well they then made some plans as they surveyed the land
Of the wreck of the Florida coastline.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the weather makes rivers in cities?
A boat for a car seems like a step gone to far,
And the explitives sure aren't pretty.

Well somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico
Is enough blown debris for a cruise line.
But it will stay here as the folks bust their rears
To repair the old Florida coastline.