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 lam
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
@humor @kids
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