Oh, when the saints go marching in to New Orleans
Well, they'll be marching with trombones and tambourines
In a wake for the queen of the Delta Queens
And we can say, "Hey the Big Easy, she took it hard,
We sent the Army, we sent the Navy and some of the National Guard
In time to find our pride floating face down in her front yard"
Yeah, when the levee breaks it depends how well one prepares
Will they be on high ground or in the attic standing on chairs
When the waters of rage rise up the White House stairs
Oh, when the saints go marching in to New Orleans
When they lay their eyes on those Apocalyptic scenes
They're going to find out what it means to have no means
So let the cornet blast...and bang the drum
Let the clarinet wail...let's hear the banjo strum
To celebrate her great life and her great life to come