IT AIN'T GONNA RAIN NO MORE



It ain't gonna' rain no more no more

It ain't gonna' rain no more

How in the heck can I wash my neck**

When the wash rag's on the floor.**



We had a cat down on our farm

It had a ball of yarn

When those little cats were born

They all had sweaters on



She lay down by the sewer

And by the sewer she died

And at the coroner's inquest

They called it sewer side



We had a goat down on our farm

It ate up old tin cans

When those little goats were born

They came in Ford sedans



Some people say that flees are black

But I know that ain't so

'Cause Marry had a little lamb

Whose fleece was white as snow



The chamber maid came to my bed

Get up you lazy sinner

We need the sheets for table clothes

And it's almost time for dinner



Jack and Jill went up the hill

To try out Jack's new flivver

The car broke down a mile from town

And dumped them in the river



She's the only girl I love

With a face like a horse and buggy

Leaning up against the lake

Oh, fireman save my child



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** How in the hell can the old folks tell

That it ain't gonna' rain no more



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