Raindrops keep falling on my head... And just like the guy whose feet
are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are
falling on my head, they keep falling.

So I just did me some talking to the sun. And I said I didn't like the
way, he got things done... sleeping on the job... those raindrops are
falling on my head, they keep falling.

But there's one thing I know: The blues they send to meet me won't
defeat me. It won't be long till happiness sleps up to greet me.

Raindrops keep falling on my head but that doesn't mean my eyes will
soon be turning red. Crying's not for me cause I'm never gonna stop
the rain by complaining. Because I'm free. Nothing's worrying
me.