I was fifteen years old, a young innocent boy On a playground at school, when I first met Joy Her T-shirt was white, and her chest was quite large When the storm clouds rolled in, it started commin' down hard White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change We knew she had a set, but when she got em both wet You could see everything; I just stood there in aw She didn't have on a bra; a cold wind hit her back And out popped her rack, white shirts and rain I've heard em called hangers; I've heard em called cans I've heard em called cha-cha's n chi-chi's n boobies, n two really good friends Some like to be pet on, pinched on and pulled Some like to be kissed on, some you can't touch at all White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change They've all got a set, but when they get em both wet You can see everything, and it's hard not to stare When they're sittin right, over there, could you run through my lawn I got my sprinkler on, because today looks like no, rain