Raindrops keep falling on my head and just like the guys, whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling...
So I just did me some talking to the sun and I said, I didn't like the way, he got things done... sleeping on the job... Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling...
But there's one thing, I know: The blues, they send to meet me won't defeat me, it won't be long till happiness slaps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep falling on my head but that doesn't mean, my eyes will soon be turning red- crying's not for me. And I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I'm free- nothing's worrying me!
Writer(s): Hal David, Burt F. Bacharach
Copyright: New Hidden Valley Music Co., Casa David Music, WB Music Corp.
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