During the Deluge Blues

 

 

Got the stranded, sodden, ennui blues, baby.

Sick and tired of this here deluge, baby.

Rains day and night, no end in sight.

We talking federal emergency blight.

 

Done run out of booze, way low on beer,

Water in the road up over my ear,

Sharks feasting on feral cats —

even I-and-I ain’t going out in that.

 

So come here, mama, let’s hunker on down.

It ain’t like we gonna literally drown.

We can play us some Fats Domino

On that thousand dollar stereo

And get our thrill on Blueberry Hill.

 

Got the stranded, sodden, ennui blues, baby.

Sick and tired of this here deluge, baby.

Rains all day and night, no end in sight.

But Fats gots us feeling all right, baby.