Hurricane Bob is petering out
And Charlotte`s on the way
She`s taking Amtrak
And I`m mopping, mopping, mopping
My Ford Fiesta floats O.K.
It`s in the garage, not in the bay
And Charlotte`s on the way
And I`m mopping, mopping, mopping
Oh, no
Charlotte`s on the way
Oh, no
Must it be today?
She puts the mascara on the eye of the storm
The lines are down -- Bees are beginning to swarm
Help me, Help me!
And Charlotte`s on the way!
And I`m mopping, mopping, mopping
Oh, no
Charlotte`s on the way
Oh, no
Must it be today?
Oh, I gotta
Keep on mopping
Gotta clean up
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta!
I am a palm tree
But I`m down on my knees with the last of the sponges
I don`t think that I can take it
Oh, no
and Charlotte`s on the way
And I`m mopping, mopping, mopping