So, where I come from the rain never stops,
Drops on drops,
It props us up like a kind of identity.
You’re just like me.
When I was small I’d call out to my mum,
‘Look, look out, watch his thumb,
It’s the weather man, he makes it rain,
Look mum, he’s doing it again!
He’s making it rain’.
I was only young.
But, if you do get caught up
Or the weather aint fine,
My brolly’s huge,
You can just share mine.