A friend recently offered condolences over a ‘series of unfortunate events’ (to coin a phrase) that had befallen me. In the course of our chat, the phrase “when it rains, it pours” came up.
I used to write song lyrics fairly regularly but hadn’t done so in a while. That phrase seemed ripe for my reentry into the ranks of lyricists.
Without further ado, I give you:
When It Rains It Pours
Verses:
I hate to be the kind of guy
To burden you with my troubles
For those who think I don’t do that
Well, I hate to burst your bubbles
My old cat ain’t doing too well
And I’m not doing much better
I tell you, when it rains it pours
And I’m just gonna get wetter
Chorus:
I tell you, when it rains it pours
I can’t shut my windows or close doors
Those old gray clouds keep movin’ in
It’s getting worse, to my chagrin
Verse:
Friends are trying to help me out
They say “you should just rally, Jim”
But what I really want to do
Is chill out with a Valium
Bridge:
Rain, rain, go away…
[insert plaintive piano solo]
Verse:
Believe me when I say to you
There are things I can’t talk about
Because I would just lose my mind
If I would ever let them out
Chorus: