I am too tired to drive
Or to walk to the house alive
I see that it's raining outside
Nothing you're wearing is dry
You are not afraid of the weather
I think we ought to flock together
The clock in the tower is stuck
This may be a stroke of good luck
Let's round to the hour
Oh, I don't believe in good luck
I need a pair of new boots
And a pistol that never shoots
I guess I'd believe you if you told me
You had the water that never dilutes
You are not afraid of the weather
I think we ought to flock together
I am not afraid of the weather, either
I think we are birds of a feather