Partly Cloudy

The forecast is partly cloudy
 So party loudly
 And make sure that it's hearty sounding
 He's crowned king of the evening
 Whistling the chord swings to "The Sweetest Thing"
 A genie with a brown leather wish bag
 With the power to wring out the clouds like a dishrag
 Let it rain, soak it in
 Your electric brain and golden skin
 Needs to accept the pain and hold it in
 'Til the coda stops
 Let that pressure in
 Fizz like it's soda pop
 The last ray of the setting sun
 Let it come
 The water pressure's better when it runs
 This is second to none
 Who gets the Motts?
 I not by chance
 I rain dance, I rain dance
 If they want to come
 Let them come
 I'll never run
 I'll yell until I see my severed tongue
 It weighs a metric ton
 Who gets the Motts?
 I not by chance
 I rain dance, I rain dance
 And there should be no discussion
 And this is the wrong time to drown in your Robitussin
 (So disgusting)
 There's a volcano erupting
 I'm just waiting for ya'll to say "no" to something
 Pick a card any card
 Penny pub or big bizarre tittie bar
 Keeping chrome rims on your shitty car
 Pretty bartenders get tricked with ya'll Citi cards
 Big cigars for the smoking
 Tricked by reflections
 Counting stars in the ocean
 (Oh shit)
 I'm just looking for my sun sign
 Your spine's crooked so you unwind