Barefoot Children - Jimmy Buffett

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt

Thunder rolls like a bass drum note

The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band

We all fell down from the Milky Way

Hangin' round here till Judgment Day

Heaven only knows who’s in command

Barefoot children in the rain

Got no need to explain

We’d be swingin' on a ball and chain

It’s always understood by those who play the game

Barefoot children in the rain

Show me yours and I’ll show you mine

Take me back to days full of monkeyshines

Bouncin' on a bubble full of trouble in the summer sun

Keep your raft from the riverboat

Fiction over fact always has my vote

And wrinkles only go where the smiles have been

Barefoot children in the rain

Got no need to explain

We’d be swingin' on a ball and chain

It’s always understood by those who play the game

Barefoot children in the rain

Barefoot children in the rain

Scratch my back with a lightning bolt

Thunder rolls like a bass drum note

The sound of the weather is Heaven’s ragtime band

The sky turns blue and the sun appears

But the question’s still what are we doin' here

I don’t think the answer’s close at hand

Barefoot children in the rain

Got no need to explain

We’d be swingin' on a ball and chain

It’s always understood by those who play the game

Barefoot children in the rain

In the rain…

In the rain…