An extensive splitter and splatter in a stick-together-weather
A last convulsion for Gene Kelly and he's turning even more pale
But when her lovin goes down the drain,
it makes an awful sad singing in the rain
At a snap of a finger
Can I stop you to linger
on and on and on and on
I compulsive order the same platter,
and my devil is getting fatter
Respect to the devil, he's my nr. 1 song provider
And when her lovin goes down the drain,
it makes an awful sad pathetic refrain
At a snap of a finger
Can I stop you to linger
on and on and on and on