Scratch my back with a lightnin' bolt,
thunder rolls like a bass drum note,
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
We all fell down from the Milky Way,
hangin' round here till Judgement Day,
Heaven only knows who's in command.
Chorus:
Barefoot children in the rain.
Got no need to explain.
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.
It's always understood by those who play the game,
Barefoot children in the rain.
Show me yours and I'll show you mine,
take me back to days full of monkey shines,
Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun.
Keep your raft from the river boat,
fiction over fact always has my vote,
And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been.
Chorus:
Barefoot children in the rain.
Got no need to explain.
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.
It's always understood by those who play the game,
Barefoot children in the rain.
La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la laa
Barefoot children in the rain.
Scratch my back with a lightnin' bolt,
thunder rolls like a bass drum note,
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
The sky turns blue and the sun appears,
but the question's still what are we doin' here?
I don't think the answer's close at hand
Chorus:
Barefoot children in the rain.
Got no need to explain.
We'd be swingin' on a ball and chain.
It's always understood by those who play the game,
Barefoot children in the rain.
In the rain. In the rain. |