MAKE IT RAIN
(Billy Mize)

Dean Martin - 1969

 
The wealthy ones like you look down 
On the common folk like me
Makin' bets to what degree of fool we are
 
Through your rose-coloured windows 
You see yourself above us
Standin' in the mud and gazin' at the stars
 
But the rich and poor have in common 
The common cold, the heartburn and the heartache
Put our pants on just the same
 
Your worth don't make you better, babe
'Cause I can tread water, babe
As long as you think you make it rain
 
While you got your raisin', girl
And your diamond-studded world
I got pulled up on the hungry side o' town
 
I cut my teeth on bacon rind
There ain't no hide as tough as mine
But it might be fun awhile to be your clown
 
So, get your whip and do your thing
And I'll run around the ring
Ride my white horse, wear my armour too
 
Aah, but I don't easy blister, babe
I'll be your Court Jester, babe
Don't think you won't pay the fiddler too
 
I put your hand in mine
It was a shockin' time to find
The water hot, the current strong and deep and wet
 
You had me strugglin' for a time
A-draggin' on your line
But never fear, this fish will never swim
 
While you're playin' with my mind
I'll be payin' with your money, honey
As long as your account can stand the drain
 
I'll fan the flame and make it hotter
'Cause I think I can walk on water
As long as you can make it rain
 
Aww, I'll hang around awhile
Study your style
Come out a whole lot wiser man indeed
 
'Cause the last time anyone as grand 
As you appeared and looked around
Found the grandest star up in the East
 
Hey, but I don't see no halo
Just a little girl with a lot of gold
Wantin' one more trinket for her golden scene
 
Aah, but you got a hot one hangin', kid
Don't let him say you never did your best
Be my guest, make it rain
 
Aah, make it rain
Babe, make it rain
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2007)












 





(Contributed by  - March 2007)