Taylor Crane is the name, and I treated patients over at Tulane
Til' so much water came, spillin' from Pontchartrain.
In the summer of '05, isolated, just rumors arrive.
On the third day the generators failed,
It was a time, I remember oh so well.

The week FEMA let ol' Dixie drown,
All the levees were breaking.
The week FEMA let ol' Dixie drown,
And the president's on vacation.
He said,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, working real hard, da, da, da, da, da.

My wife was visiting Biloxi, trying to e-mail me.
Taylor you won't believe, the coast got swept out to sea.
Now I don't mind saving gas, I know that good times weren't meant to last.
They make me spend every cent I had.
But they shouldn't keep all the reserves in Baghdad.

The week FEMA let ol' Dixie drown,
And the levees were bustin'.
The week FEMA let ol' Dixie drown,
And the mayor was cussing.
He said,
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, FEMA where the hell are ya, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa.

Like my father before me, I've used a votin' booth
And like my neighbor above me, I'm stranded on this roof.
He's got three kids and a wife.
Everything else been swept from his life.
I swear by all this mud and mange,
Ya can't save folks by denying climate change.

The week FEMA let ol' Dixie drown,
And the dome was seethin'.
The week FEMA let ol' Dixie drown,
No refugees were leavin'.
We sing,
La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la.