In southern California the fire bell always rings
Around these parts, the firemen are looked upon as kings
Even in December, the devil wind still sings
We listen every night to see what Santa Ana brings
We keep the cars all packed up with our essential gear
In case we have to run when danger is near
We know all the hotels where the coast is clear
They turn all the lights on when the flames appear
But this year there's not a single spark to be found
The sky is cryin', soakin' the ground
It makes such a beautiful sound
It's raining on Christmas Day
We're makin' a mud man out of clay
It's raining on Christmas Day
The oil's risin' up so watch your sleigh
Out on the freeway
It's snowing in Minnesota
And freezing in Portland, Maine
But in California at least we got some rain
We got some rain
Here in L.A. County, the mountains are all brown
That's the price you pay to be near Tinsel Town
We spend the year clearing brush so houses don't burn down
When old Santa Ana comes and we're in our dressing gown
But this year there's not a single spark to be found
The sky is cryin', soakin' the ground
It makes such a beautiful sound
It's raining on Christmas Day
We're makin' a mud man out of clay
It's raining on Christmas Day
The oil's risin' up so watch your sleigh
Out on the freeway
It's snowing in Minnesota
And freezing in Portland Maine
But in California at least we got some rain
We got some rain
Raining on Christmas Day
Raining on Christmas Day
Raining on Christmas Day
Raining on Christmas Day
Raining on Christmas Day
Raining on Christmas Day