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Rain, dammit, rain, always on his brain
He loathes and hates all this weather

The God of pitter-pat was always rained on, even driving
He could scream.
The guy saw sky and rainbows, clear and sunny, almost nightly
In his dreams.

Rain, dammit, rain, get on back to Spain
Impossible to get wetter
This rain, dammit, rain

The clouds would always follow, raining showers for the king
they greatly loved
The king just couldn’t stand it, didn’t notice the intentions
from above

Rain, dammit, rain, driving him insane.
That mother nature, he’d get her.
No rain, dammit, rain.

The man named Rob McKenna, had a number for the different
rains he’d see
He hated thirty-seven, all the eighties, but especially
number three

Rain, dammit, rain, leave a rainy stain
Today it soaked through his sweater
This rain, dammit, rain

The feds found Rob a title, so confusing, no one knows what’s
going on
A spontaneous pair of – meaty or a – logical Fee -
nomenon

Rain, dammit, rain, here it comes a-GAIN
He dreams of when he’s unfettered
By rain, dammit, rain, rain, rain, rain, DAMMIT
Wish it down the drain
When cold that Rob’s a good sledder
On rain, frozen, rain rain rain rain
Mainly stays in plains
He visits all the big deserts
Brings rain, LOTS OF RAIN


Can you make it rain where I need some, can you make it rain?
Can you make it rain where I need some, Robert can you make it rain?
Can you make it rain…