some time today
i think as i lie
here in my bed
watching it rain
through the
big open window
i'll get myself up
stretch myself out
and try once again
to join the world
of the living
sometime today

i'll put on my rubber boots
and my plastic raincoat
and go out there and play
and kick in the puddles
splash water everywhere
and run down the street
pretending to be a fish
swimming through
the watery depths
afraid of a shark or something

and i'll take my umbrella
there will have to be an umbrella
with big ole smily faces all over its bubble
faces that will look at me
and snicker and chuckle
and tell me i'm crazy
and i'll look at them
with my biggest Forrest Gump smile
i will and i'll say rather bluntly
"crazy is as crazy does"
then i'll take that umbrella
and i'll pop it on open
and i'll twirl it around
and i'll send all the smiley faces flying
YEEEEEEEEEOW!
that one hit the side of the trash can!
there's once heading into the path
of that oncoming buick!
oh dear!
and look...there's one
flying up into the trees
just barely missing a little yellow bird
who looks a bit miffed
such a nasty tweet he has!

and i'll saunter down the street
water beading up on
my shiny yellow coat
and i'll wave hello to everyone i meet
give em that ole goofy smile of mine
with half the teeth missing
then i'll head downtown, baby
do a little window shopping
maybe flirt with the mannequins
they're so fashionable
and they don't seem to mind
when you blow em a kiss
at least they can't call the cops
look at them there
through the window
decked out in all their pretty clothes
like they're going to a party or something
when they can't even move
"oh well," i say as i look at them
through the golden glass
with the rain trickling all down it
"no sense in crying!"

and i'll make my way to the bus stop
and standing there will be the usual suspects
the grumpy old lady with her little shopping cart
the flatulent man who smokes all those cheap cigars
the woman with the crying baby
it always seems to rain
in that little one's world
and i'll take my proper spot
and i'll tip my hat to them all and say
"good day!"
and they may say good day back or
they may grumble it doesn't matter
it's a rainy day and nobody likes that much, do they?

cept me
i think the rain is kinda sweet
and tickly and oh-so-playful
and sometimes you know
when no one is looking
i'll stick my tongue out still
and try to catch the tasty little droplets
on my oversized tongue
or i'll jump from puddle to puddle
until my nice pants
all the way down to my underwear
are just soaking wet
and i'll laugh and raise my hands
to the sky and cry out to the rain gods
"bring it on, baby!
bring it on!"

yes some time today
i will get up and do all this stuff
but not right now, man
cause i'm kinda lazy
and there ain't nothing like sleeping
to the rythmn of the raindrops
now get out of my room already!