IT DON'T DO NOTHING BUT RAIN
Words and music by Phil Cook
New York: Triangle Music Pub. Co., Inc., ©1926
As sung by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare (The Happiness Boys)

Weather man, weather man, can't you see we're blue?
Weather man, change your plan; make that sun shine through.
We've heard the folks all croonin' 'bout 'tain't gonna rain no mo',
But ev'ry time that we step out, it starts right in to po'.

We get all dressed in our Sunday best and it don't do nothin' but rain,
Our pants all pressed with our coat and vest, and it don't do nothin' but rain.
It's hard to smile when skies are black
And the rain keeps ticklin' down your back.
Yes, we were born with our rubbers on, 'cause it don't do nothin' but rain.

Want to knock 'em flat in my new straw hat, and it don't do nothin' but rain.
Get a brand new suit so I look real cute, and it don't do nothin' but rain.
It's a darn good suit for the shape it's in,
But the pants ...(?) in my very skin.
They've got wet, I've found; now I can't sit down, 'cause it don't do nothin' but rain.

You can't make love 'neath the skies above when it don't do nothin' but rain.
There ain't no spark in a public park when it don't do nothin' but rain.
It cramps the style; can't do much stuff
When the rain comes oozin' from out o' my cuffs.
How can lovers pet on a bench this wet, and it don't do nothin' but rain?

Take my gal outside for an auto ride, and it don't do nothin' but rain.
Now you can't go far in an open car when it don't do nothin' but rain.
I stopped the car; we talked and talked.
I knew she couldn't get out and walk,
But the sweet young thing carried water wings, and it don't do nothin' but rain.

You take a trip down to Florida, and it don't do nothin' but rain.
You wish that you hadn't gone so far, 'cause it don't do nothin' but rain.
You buy a lot and think you're set.
Later on you find that your lot's all wet,
So you paid for land; it's a swamp you get, 'cause it don't do nothin' but rain.

You go to dine with your baby-mine, and it don't do nothin' but rain.
And then you jaunt to a restaurant, but it don't do nothin' but rain,
And as the waiters round you group,
Then you start in orderin' like a goop,
But you kick yourself when you order soup 'cause it don't do nothin' but—
Rain (rain), rain (rain), rain (rain), rain, don't do nothin' but—
Don't do nothin' but rain.