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
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
plays 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
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 ligtnin' 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
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.