Lyrics Katrina - CHAMPS

There's a blue one right by the door
American built for the American born
There's a blue light looking your eye
The subterranean American sky
And I'll be watching every minute of the world
While you're asleep on my Parisian floor
And I will terrorize the earth that you walk
My elevation has a reason to talk

Oh Katrina, she was a baseball player
A Texas ranger and a warrior
And I love her
She is a midnight barber
For the children of America

You're wеaring blue jeans, I'm wearing black
My еye for fashion is holding me back
I'm in a racecar run off the track
What we've established is under attack
So I will place a yellow feather in your hair
Put a jacket on and listen to air
My obligation to pretend that I care
Was overtaken by my need to prepare

Oh Katrina, she was a baseball player
A Texas ranger and a warrior
For the last time, played electric violin
For the girls in Philadelphia
And I love her
She is a midnight barber
For the children of America
Oh Katrina, oh Katrina
For the children of America

You're the only person that Evan is looking for, looking for
You're a little bit high and you've never been here before
You're the only person that Evan is looking for, looking for
You're a little bit high and a little bit out the door

You're the only person that Evan is looking for, looking for
You're a little bit high and you've never been here before
You're the only person that Evan is looking for, looking for
You're a little bit high and a little bit out the door

Oh Katrina, she was a baseball player
A Texas ranger and a warrior
For the last time, played electric violin
For the girls in Philadelphia
And I love her
She is a midnight barber
For the children of America
Oh Katrina, oh Katrina
For the children of America