When she hung the laundry out to dry She squinted into a clear blue sky But the weather's changed and I know why Like grease stains, rain clouds roll on by Right as ruin, the raindrops fell Big and juicy as a homeroom spitball No time to try and get it all Bring in the underpants and overalls But left four sheets out on the line 'Cause even ghosts gotta sleep sometime Save one for the man who's dying I'm sure it weren't for the lack of trying Who can predict a hurricane Without a single drop of rain The wind is proud but the weather's vain And laundry day will never be the same The storm clouds came but it was too late then So they hung four sheets to the wind When it blows over she'll bring them in They were only gonna get dry again I don't want to give the impression This was your typical tropical depression Some folks never seem to learn the lesson So might I make this suggestion I won't say anything's wrong A riddle's a riddle a song's a song In the summer heat, the hate is strong So can't we all just get along?