You're A Loose Cannon McArthur...But You Get The Job Done lyrics

Where you'll be, I'll be from In a while, (it will) rain up, back into clouds Where it first plotted its escape We will take this time to strip down to our linens And plot out excuses for not going inside And the skies won't believe what they say Forecast talks anything of how we'll all stay the same With what they'll stay for (we can't get) out anyway With what they'll stay for there's no way out anyway I wonder now what they'll say ("No way, no way!") People, keep the horses at bay ("Okay, okay!") You'll say "don't ever fall down"