I told the coachman, «Just drive me on,
It’s the same old destination
But a different world to sing upon.»
So he threw back his head and he counted.
I jumped out about five to nine.
Said, «Mister, get me to the stage on time.»
Oh, but the rain wasn’t made of water
And the snow didn’t have a place in the sun
So I slipped behind a rainbow
And waited till the show had done.
I packed my ammunition.
Inside the crowd was shouting, «Encore»,
It wasn’t me they were shouting for.
So when the tall dark lady smiled at me
I said, «Oh, baby let us go for a ride.»
And we came upon two drinks or four
And popped them oh so neatly inside.
Oh, but the rain wasn’t made of water
And the snow didn’t have a place in the sun
So we slipped behind a rainbow