Everyone's wearing jackets but me.
Everyone's holding parasols, whistling,
Everyone's wearing jackets but me,
I'm feeling melancholy.
Melancholy.
Everyone's got a bicycle but me.
Cruising down the avenue, like feathers on the sea.
Everyone's got a bicycle but me.
It's so unsettling.
Unsettling.
But what is there to do,
when you know that you've been a fool,
By the rainiest of summer?
Rainiest day of summer.
Just when you decide,
You wanna take a little step outside,
You get plummeted by the downpour,
On the rainiest day of summer.
Everyone's got the message but me.
Rubber boots, and high tops, and skirts below the knee.
Everyone's got the message but me.
So why am I still laughing?
Why am I still laughing?
'Cause it seems I've found the evidence,
That the weatherman lied.
But maybe there's a side of us,
That wants to be denied.
(Rainiest day, rainiest day, rainiest day of summer)
But what is there to do,
when you know that you've been a fool
By the rainiest of summer?
Rainiest day of summer.
Just when you decide,
You wanna take a little step outside,
You get plummeted by the downpour,
On the rainiest day of summer.
