musique, texte: Amaury Faivre

album : 2020 (track 9)

 

We’re playing outside in the pouring rain

Me and my kid just like old friends

Playing outside in the pouring rain

 

Raining like I never saw before

The frogs don’t dare to face the storm

Gonna be a daddy day by the fireplace

But as we play my boy’s getting mad,

He’s screaming like he’s about to die

I don’t know what I did, I sure don’t like the face

 

I ask him why he’s being so mean

He says, I wanna shoot the coffee machine

But I can see that nothing’s wrong with the latter

And I see regular glances

To the window to the garden

Ain’t no way for me to go down there

 

You know reason out is impossible

And going outside, inevitable

What a stupid thing to do in November

I say, we go outside we gonna catch a cold

or even worse mama’s gonna be scold

But he said, no, I want outside with you

 

And now the years have past and he’s become a man

He found himself such a pretty gal

The two of them it’s a pair made to last

And I’m sure someday they gonna tell me

About a new one that’s on the way

And on the rainy days I’ll have him home to play