Yellow Rain Lyrics

(Drive my van)

(You're my baby)

(Will you be my baby)

(My rugby child)

This is my pillow

I think I'll kill myself every night

This is my pillow

It symbolises my need for life

And I don't expect things to right

This time

I don't expect things to right

This time

(Be my baby)

This is my window

I think I'll jump out every night

This is my window

It symbolises my need for flight

And I don't expect things to right

This time

I don't expect things to right

This time

And if Mr. Kipling makes his pies on Sunday morning

It doesn't mean they'll be as good as Monday morning

Don't speak too soon

Sunday's been good to you

Let the yellow rain fall

From the sky

Let the yellow rain fall

From the sky

Sing hallelujah to the god of Sunday mornings

Many curses to the god of Monday mornings

Don't speak too soon

Sunday's been good to you

Let the yellow rain fall

From the sky

Let the yellow rain fall

From the sky

(This is for my baby now)

(This is for my chief woman)

And if Mr. Kipling makes his pies on Sunday morning

It doesn't mean they'll be as good as Monday morning

Don't speak too soon

Sunday's been good to you

Let the yellow rain fall

From the sky

Let the yellow rain fall

From the sky

From the sky

From the sky

From the sky

(Drive my van)

(Now? Fatboy's the best at Christmas)