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 Day.