here 'tis
................

Hey Rain!


Rain in my hair, rain in my face - muddy old Innisvale's a muddy wet place, hey rain, hey rain,
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

Bloke from the west nearly died of fright 'cause the river rose thirty-five feet last night, hey rain, hey rain
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

Johnson River crocodile living in me fridge, and a bloody great tree on the Jubilee Bridge, hey rain, hey rain,
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

Rain in my beer, rain in my grub, and they've just fitted anchors to the Garradunga Pub, hey rain, hey rain,
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

Wet season skies have sprung a leak from Flying Fish point to the Millstream Creek, hey rain, hey rain,
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

Wet season sky so black and big, and an old flying fox in a Moreton Bay fig, hey rain, hey rain,
Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

It's the worst wet season we've ever had; I'd swim down to Tully - but it's just as bloody bad, hey rain, hey rain,Hey Rain, rain coming down on the cane,
On the roofs of the town.

by Bill Scott.