Big Blue Terminte raging the Woonasquatucket
'till at the head of the tidewater

Wieners go all the way down on Dike St.
No blood red tomato made pentagram here

How do we find our own tranquillity?
Sometimes it's just a misunderstood rarity
I wander through streets full of mills in decay
Spirits blowing through city from off the bay
Pensive rapport under somber skies of silk
Emotions are washed away by rivers of coffee milk

Rain, rain, rain, It rained all day long (over Fort
Thunder!)
Curse, Curse, Curse, the curse those who take over
(Gentrify none)
The wormhole is in reverse
And it's 1900. Tornadic waterspout time

Fish are now falling from two holes in the sky
Weather shifting as if God had been high
The chaotic storm crashes through the wave of heat
Hundreds of fish are flooding the city streets

Today, we dance in the rain no more
Today, we dance in fish!
Rain, beautiful fish!
Rain from the sky!
I dance like a mad man in a blissful fish shower
Nibbles Woodaway drinks an Awful Awful from the New York System
The sun returns, The rainbow with a purple stripe doesn't mean that much to me
But I'm happy it is here for you