It used to rain | |
Dreary and grey | |
Most every day | |
But not any more | |
We come out of our homes | |
We lie down | |
Under the cloud that never comes | |
We roll in the radiation | |
And we make love | |
Under the sun | |
Under the sun | |
The polar ice is melting | |
'suits me fine | |
We go to the beach on the northern line | |
We watch the sea | |
Comin up the street | |
Under the sun | |
Under the sun | |
It used to rain | |
Dreary and grey | |
Most every day | |
But not any more | |
We take off our clothes | |
And have some fun | |
Under the sun | |
Under the sun |