No one pays attention, when i want attention.
No one hits on me, when i want to be hit on.
No one keeps me laughing, when i want a comedy.
All it ever does is rain on major holidays.

No one looks at fashion the way i look at fashion.
Ain't no white fayva boots, or aqua net in my hair.
When i try to call you on the telephone,
Always getting' bad reception, i ain't even stoned.

(chorus)

All the clouds come out on independence day.
Little boy, don't cry, the wind will blow them all away.
All the clouds come out on independence da