Sunny & 73
It's sunny and 74 degrees
just outside of my cosmic cabaret.
Tell me when the rain will go away.
And a boy cries out to his brother.
Don't follow me. Don't follow me.
Don't follow me. No, don't follow me.
'Cause I won't be where it's sunny and 73.
Ain't it funny how it seems?
My luck is like a weeping willow. It sways
but never seems to find a piece of shade.
And a boy cries out to his sister.
Don't follow me. Don't follow me....
It's sunny and 73 degrees
but I know a storm is on the way.
Because it's me I can say.
Because it's me I can say.
No Don't follow me....
Soleado y 73
Está soleado y 74 grados
justo afuera de mi cabaret cósmico.
Dime cuándo se irá la lluvia.
Y un chico grita a su hermano.
No me sigas. No me sigas.
No me sigas. No, no me sigas.
Porque no estaré donde está soleado y 73.
¿No es gracioso cómo parece?
Mi suerte es como un sauce llorón. Se mece
pero nunca parece encontrar un pedazo de sombra.
Y un chico grita a su hermana.
No me sigas. No me sigas....
Está soleado y 73 grados
pero sé que se acerca una tormenta.
Porque soy yo puedo decirlo.
Porque soy yo puedo decirlo.
No me sigas....