Strange rain fallin' around us
All day,
Ev'ry day,
Strange rain fallin' around us
And what will become of my baby?
[Cho.]
Baby, my baby,
Much too little to run,
Baby, my baby,
and what of my baby to come?
They are measurin' death for a suit, Lord,
All day, Every day,
They're measurin'
death for a suit, Lord,
And what will become of my baby?
We had the wrong kind of umbrella
All day, every day,
We had the wrong kind of umbrella,
And what will become of my baby?
(Now My) Kids don't eat what I feed 'em,
All day, every day,
My kids don't eat what I feed 'em,
And what will become of my baby?
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