Well plenty rain flooded my house and ruined all my clothes
You wouldn’t think the weatherman could be so wrong.
Didn’t think the storm would last so long
So I sing this song.

On the rooftop is a fish above my chim-n-ney
A little salmon swims uphill to meet its mate
In my window floats a dangling bait
In a broken state—heavyweight.

Plenty rain is in my beers and in my fries,
Drowning out my fresh-baked apple pies
I swim, and hold my breath.

And plenty rain got in my Prius and my Civic too,
My glove compartment had my cell phone that was old.
I need to buy some bleach to clean the mold,
Won’t be undersold.

Plenty rain is in my beers and in my fries,
A school of fish, some sad goodbyes
State Farm please call me back.

Submit my claim my agent hopes to get my money back,
That’s why I pay insurance fees up the kazoo.
Now that my home’s a wonder water view
He don’t have clue.

So plenty rain has moved me from my home in Arkansas,
No more Bill Clinton parties guzz’ling from a keg
Now in Houston where the people beg
From a cook named Meg—boiled egg.

Plenty rain has changed my life and ruined shoes,
Now Payless will fund my ocean cruise
Half-price, light loafers
Plenty rain is in my beers and in my fries,
Hopefully I’ll see the new sunrise…
Plenty Rain!