Walking down the street, kicking cans
Looking at the billboards, oh so rad
Summing up the people, checking out the race
Doing what I’m doing, feeling out of place
Walking, walking in the rain

Feeling like a woman, looking like a man
Sounding like a no-no, mating when I can
Whistling in the darkness, shining in the night
Coming to conclusions, right is night is tight
Walking, walking in the rain

Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools
Sit down no-no, vulgar fools
Trip the light fantastic, dance the swivel hips
Coming to conclusions, button up your lips
Walking, walking in the rain