Huddled in a tiny church
With folks I hardly know.
I would have chose a different place,
If I'd had a place to go.

The walls are shaking,The windows are breaking,
The ceilings falling down!
The wind is howling, my stomache is growling,
I can't get out of town!

The way things are lookin, by hook or by crookin,
I'm stuck in this arena.
But, I've made a decision, in fact, its a vision!
I'll never date a girl named Katrina!

It won't take no quessin cause man I ain't messin
With a woman that carries that name.
If she come's a flirtin, there's one thing for certain,
She'll have only herself to blame.

Cause I'll take a Phyliss, a Sherry.
A Debra, a Mary, A Rebecca, Or Edwina!
But don't come near me. You've something to fear me,
If you've got the name Katrina!