It's sunny and 74 degrees

just outside of my cosmic cabaret.

Tell me when the rain will go away.

And a boy cries out to his brother.

Don't follow me. Don't follow me.

Don't follow me. No, don't follow me.

'Cause I won't be where it's sunny and 73.

Ain't it funny how it seems?

My luck is like a weeping willow. It sways

but never seems to find a piece of shade.

And a boy cries out to his sister.

Don't follow me. Don't follow me....

It's sunny and 73 degrees

but I know a storm is on the way.

Because it's me I can say.

Because it's me I can say.

No Don't follow me