Oh, the night was dark and dreary
And the air was full of sleet
When the old man stood out in the storm
And his shoes were full of feet!

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain no mo', no mo'
It ain't a-gonna rain no mo'
But how in the world can the old folks tell
It ain't a-gonna rain no mo'?

Well, the butterfly flits on wings of gold
The June Bug wings of flame
The bed bug has no wings at all
But he gets there just the same!

Oh, it ain't gonna rain no mo', no no mo'
No no, no no no mo'
How in the world can the old folks tell
It ain't a-gonna rain no mo'?

Ah, mosquiti he fly high
Oh, mosquiti he fly low
If ol' mister squeeter light on me
He aint a-gonna fly no mo'!

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain no mo', no mo'
(scat)
How in the world can the old folks tell
It ain't a-gonna rain no mo'?

Well a bull frog sitting on a lily pad
Looking up at the skies
Oh, the lily pad broke and the frog fell in
Got water all in his eyes!

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain no mo', no mo'
(scat)
How in the world can the old folks tell
It ain't a-gonna rain no mo'?

Well, here's a verse about a man and a trombone
Well, the words to it are few
He blew, he blew, he blew, he blew
He blew, he blew, he blew!

Oh, it ain't gonna rain no mo', no mo'
(scat)
How in the world can the old folks tell
It ain't gonna rain no mo'?

Well, a man lay down by a sewer, huh-hm
And by the sewer he died, he died
And at the coroner's request
They called it suicide!

Oh, it ain't gonna rain no mo', no mo'
Oh Lord, ain't gonna rain no mo'
How in the world can the old folks tell
Ain't a-gonna rain no mo'?

A little black and white animal out in the woods
I says, "Ain't that little cat pretty, uh-huh!"
I went right over to pick it up
But it wasn't that kind of a kitty!

Oh, it ain't a-gonna rain no mo', no mo'
Ain't a-gonna rain no mo'
But how in the world can the old folks tell
It ain't a-gonna rain no mo'?
No mo', no mo', no mo'!