Neighbor Bob said "rode out Irma — what's the fear"
Showed up with a generator and a case of beer
Mrs. Callahan from 4B brought her famous dip
Said "if I'm staying, I'm at least eating" — tight ship
Radar showing thirty on the landfall track
Somebody turned it off and never looked back
Hurricane party, Category One
Radar's got a wobble but we're having fun
Sandbags stacked, everybody's fed
Hurricane party 'til the lights go dead
Kid from up north never rode one out before
Bob said "welcome to the coast — now shut the door"
Three-tour veteran said "this is barely a breeze"
Mrs. Callahan said "more dip, somebody please"
Radar showing thirty on the landfall track
Somebody turned it off and never looked back
Hurricane party, Category One
Radar's got a wobble but we're having fun
Sandbags stacked, everybody's fed
Hurricane party 'til the lights go dead
The lights blinked out around eleven and nobody moved
Somebody found the generator, somebody found the cooler
We sat on the porch and watched it come — slow, then all at once
Then the loudest part rolled past and left us standing in the quiet
By morning there was one palm frond down across the drive
A lawn chair in the neighbor's tree, the dip bowl licked clean
Bob just shrugged like he'd called the whole thing himself
And the kid from up north said he's looking at houses down here
Hurricane party, Category One
Radar's got a wobble but we're having fun
Sandbags stacked, everybody's fed
Hurricane party 'til the lights go dead