One dark and stormy night Bill Jones was feeling blue Things didn't seem just right So he didn't know just what to do I said, "Bill, please tell me, ain't you satisfied?" He looked around so pitiful, then to me he replied Keeps on a-rainin', look how it's rainin' Papa he can't make no time Wind keeps blowing, cold wind blowing Soon I'll find a southern clime In the wintertime, when it starts to snow You know you pretty mama's got to have some dough Keeps on rainin', look how it's rainin' Papa, he can't make no time ♪ Ain't the snow just beautiful, some people say But I'd rather see it in a moving picture play Keeps on snowin', look how it's snowin' Papa, he can't make no time