No one pays attention, when i want attention.

No one hits on me, when i want to be hit on.

No one keeps me laughing, when i want a comedy.

All it ever does is rain on major holidays.



No one looks at fashion the way i look at fashion.

Ain't no white fayva boots, or aqua net in my hair.

When i try to call you on the telephone,

Always getting' bad reception, i ain't even stoned.



(chorus)



All the clouds come out on independence day.

Little boy, don't cry, the wind will blow them all away.

All the clouds come out on independence day.