The Katrina Effect -- Day 5

Woke up, got outta bed

Dragged a comb across my head
Went downstairs and had a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late.

Grabbed my keys and grabbed my hat
Just for once, the tires weren't flat
Pulled up to the gasoline pump
My eyes began to jump, and I fell into a scream!

Ai-ai-ai-ai Ai-ai-ai Ai-ai-ai

(Cue the weird, psychedelic music splice)

$3.20

(Rounding up, of course, for the stupid tenth of a cent.)

(And with apologies to John and Paul ... and Yoko, too, we suppose.)