text: Its more than rain that falls on our parade tonight
  Its more than thunder, its more than thunder
  And its more than a bad dream now that Im sober
  Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times
  None of our pockets are lined with gold
  Nobodys caught the bouquet
  There are no dead presidents we can fold
  Nothing is going our way
  And its more than trouble Ive got myself into
  Its more than woe-begotten gray skies now
  And its more than a bad dream now that Im sober
  Theres no more dancing, theres no more dancing
  And its more than trouble Ive got myself into
  Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times
  None of our pockets are lined with gold
  Nobodys caught the bouquet
  There are no dead presidents we can fold
  Nothing is going our way
  And its more than goodbye I have to say to you
  Its more than woe-begotten gray skies now
  And its more than goodbye I have to say to you
  Its more than woe-begotten gray skies now
  And its more than woe-begotten gray skies now