In Refrigerator Town there was a Council Full of Clowns
And a tall and savvy king as bald as Cupid.
In Refrigerator Town, while all the poor folks drowned
FEMA and Mike Brown were stuck on stupid.
In Refrigerator Dome, which was temporary home
To the terrified and downtrodden masses,
In Refrigerator Dome, the people waited all alone
While the buses showed up slower than molasses.
In Refrigerator Village, some coppers loot and pillage
And we still don’t know how many won’t come back.
In Refrigerator Village, they’ll have to pass a millage
Just to pay for all those stolen Cadillacs.
In Refrigerator Town, not a child can be found
And the classrooms are as empty as the Dome.
In Refrigerator Town, School Board antics still abound
And you wonder why you’d ever move back home.
In Refrigerator Void, all the houses were destroyed
And you get a sense of widespread fear and panic.
In Refrigerator Void, all the folks are unemployed
And everyone you meet is taking Xanax.
In Refrigerator City, Congress seems to take no pity
On the businesses that cease to operate.
In Refrigerator City, there’s a VIP committee
To which nobody can possibly relate.
In Refrigerator Parish, the bickering is garish
And the politicians seem to have no clue.
In Refrigerator Parish, it really got nightmarish
When the sharks showed up on Cleary Avenue.
In Refrigerator ’burbs, the trash is piled up on the curbs
And the neighborhoods are ugly and they smell.
In Refrigerator ’burbs, folks are getting quite disturbed
That their quality of life has gone to hell.
In Refrigerator Land, we have no leg on which to stand
While the politicos can’t seem to do a thing.
In Refrigerator Land, it seems the only helping hand
Is the signing bonus at the Burger King.
On Refrigerator Planet, if you can’t bag or box or can it,
Just push it out your door onto the street.
On Refrigerator Planet, pick up the garbage, dammit!
’Cause the whole place smells like fetid, rotten meat.
In Refrigerator Wasteland, you have to dress up like a spaceman
Just to rescue your old family photographs.
In Refrigerator Wasteland, stretched from Chalmette clear to Raceland
We’re in misery while Halliburton laughs.
From the Refrigerator Pulpits, the preachers said the culprits
For the storm were all the lesbians and queers.
But Refrigerator Church was left in quite a lurch
When it turned out to be the Corps of Engineers.
In Refrigerator Dome, the Saints no longer call it home
No more runs or kicks or punts or touchdown passes.
In Refrigerator Dome, no more famous cups of foam
And Tom Benson’s heart’s as cold as Minneapolis.
In Refrigerator Land, the levees all are made of sand
And there’s no gas, no food, no water, and no sewage.
But in Refrigerator Land, we will make our final stand
Because anything beats rush hour in Baton Rouge.