Mr. President Pantoum
with Randy Newman and Iry LeJeune
It’s our job to be zydeco okra, swamp town poor
Hurricane try to wash us away, ninety-nine year if it can
Tes menteries vont rester sur ta conscience, Mr. President
O tous les soirs, have pity on the working man
Hurricane try to wash us away, ninety-nine year if it can
It’s carcass bloat and sixteen feet in the streets of Nawlean
Mr. President, o tous les soirs, have pity on the working man
Send your planes and boats, you can keep the prayer machine
It’s carcass bloat and sixteen feet in the swamp of Nawlean
You know that hurricane blow and that river climb
Send troops, clean water, send pumps and a levee machine
Mr. President, this ain’t no way to live when home ain’t home
You know that hurricane blow and that river climb
We ain’t asking you, Mr. President, to up and love us
But this ain’t no way to live when home ain’t home
Don’t know if you can see you’re so high above us
We ain’t asking you, Mr. President, to come and love us
Tes menteries vont rester sur ta conscience, Mr. President
Don’t know if you can see you’re so high above us
We know our job: zydeco okra, swamp town poor