Song Description

This is a song about a hurricane told by a hurricane; if hurricanes could talk.

Lyrics

I was born in the calm warm waters off the coast of Africa
Heading west across the ocean getting meaner as I roll along
Pickin up speed movin faster ripsawin round and round
I'll become a formatable force by the time I hit your town
Ain't no use in savin what you got it's blown away
When I come to your neighborhood
You better run for cover
I got a brother by the name of Andrew, got a brother by the name of Floyd,got a brother by the name of Charlie
They're a whirling derbish pack of boys
Now don't forget my sisters, Katrina and sweet Camille
They'll whip ya, shake ya, smak ya break ya
Won't give a damn how you feel...Ain't no use etc...run for cover...
Go pick up all the pieces take a look around at what I've done
Now you know when I come to you neighboorhood we're gonna have a whole lot of fun. Be careful what you wish for be careful what you say, don't think your life is safe and sound
Cause I'll be back some day
Ain't no use in savin what you got it's blown away
Whwn I come to your neighborhood
You better run for cover.