Raindrops are fallin’ on my head, and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed,
Nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’.
So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun, and I said I didn’t like the way he got things done,
Sleepin’ on the job. Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fallin’.
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 steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head, but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red.
Cryin’s not for me, ’cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’,
Because I’m free, nothing’s worryin’ me.
(Instrumental) It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head, but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red.
Cryin’s not for me, ’cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’,
Because I’m free, nothing’s worryin’ me.
1969 – Burt Bacharach and Hal David – From the motion picture “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” – Performed by B.J. Thomas – Album: Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head