There was a house in New Orleans,
They called the Rising Sun,
And its been ruined by Katrina
Oh God, what can be done?

My mother called the mayor.
He smiled and then he said,
"There's nothing here that I can do,
I'm just the mayor of New Orleans."

My father called the president.
He sent his FEMA pals.
They came and gave their friends contracts,
Then left with some skanky gals.

So I went to see Obama.
He smiled and then he said,
"There's nothing there that I can do,
I'm just the Pres-i-dent."

Oh mothers tell your children,
when they go into that voting booth,
"Just give your vote to anyone.
It don't matter, it ain't no use."

There was a house in New Orleans,
They called the Rising Sun,
And it's been ruined by Katrina,
Oh God, what can be done?