Early punk demo

I was born in a bucket down in New Orleans
Mama was a dancer and a Cajun Queen
You know she paid her dues and she could sing the blues
My daddy was a mystery man I never did meet
They say he met my mama down on Bourbon Street
In a pinstripe suit and alligator boots

Hey, hey, it’s a mighty big flood
Hey, hey, mud, crud, and blood
Hey, hey, let it wash me away
Hey, hey

I used to look for nickels down on Jackson Square
Dressed in Mardi Gras beads and my underwear
And the saxophones sang and the church bells rang
A son of Robert Johnson taught me guitar chords
Jimmy blew harp and Sammy strummed washboard
Then the walls came down and the dogs all drowned

Hey, hey, it’s a mighty big flood
Hey, hey, mud, crud, and blood
Hey, hey, let it wash me away
Hey, hey

The politicians said it was a lucky break
The President was eating him some Texas steak
When the big winds blew. What could anybody do?
Ma was sleeping by the levee when the levee broke
She was dreaming of my daddy but she never awoke
And now the Superdome makes a helluva home.

Hey, hey, it’s a mighty big flood
Hey, hey, mud, crud, and blood
Hey, hey, let it wash me away
Hey, hey