text: Well its raining, its pouring
  You didnt bring a sweater
  Nebraska will never let you come back home
  Now on Hollywood and Vine
  By the Thrifty Mart sign
  Any night, Ill be willing to bet
  Theres a young girl
  With sweet little dreams and pretty blue wishes
  Standin there just gettin all wet
  Now theres a place off the drag
  Called the Gilbert Hotel
  And theres a couple letters
  Burned out in the sign
  And its better than a bus stop
  They do good business every time it rains
  For little girls with nothing in their jeans
  But pretty blue wishes and sweet little dreams
  And its raining, its pouring
  The old man is snoring
  Now I lay me down to sleep
  I hear the sirens in the street
  All my dreams are made of chrome
  I have no way to get back home
  Id rather die before I wake
  Like Marilyn Monroe
  And you could throw my dreams out in the street
  And let the rain make em grow
  Now the night clerk, he got a club foot
  Hes heard every hard luck story
  At least a hundred times or more
  He says check-out time is 10 am
  And thats just what it means
  Go on up the stairs
  With your sweet little wishes and pretty blue dreams
  And its raining, its pouring
  Hollywoods just fine
  Swindle a little girl out of her dreams
  Another letter in the sign
  Now never trust a scarecrow wearin shades after dark
  Be careful of that old bowtie he wears
  It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
  To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair
  No, that aint no cherry bomb
  Fourth of Julys all done
  It was just some fool playin that second line
  From the barrel of a pretty blue gun
  No, that aint no cherry bomb
  Fourth of Julys all done
  Just some fool playin that second line
  From the barrel of a pretty blue gun