Before the rain fell down on me I looked

Okay but now my hair’s a little flat

Before the rain fell down on me and cooked

My goose, it was loose, now a welcome mat

Outside the rugby changing rooms shares that

Appearance with my barnet. Tarnished, wet

Bedraggled, straggling like spaghetti spat

From some drunk mouth, gone south and never ate

Before the rain fell down on me I met

You and your friends, but now tend my regret

As I let the drops fall and just get fucked

As bus stops call - Please shelter here! - no hat

Or even a hood would be good to get

Let all the rain fall down on me, crown struck

From head, hair stuck down, clownish, a drowned rat