Strange Rain - Bobby Darin

Strange rain falling around us

All day

Every day

Strange rain falling around us

And what will become of my baby?

Baby, my baby

Much too little to run

Baby, my baby

What will become of my son?

Measuring death for a suit, Lord

All day

Every day

They’re measuring death for a suit, Lord

And what will become of my baby?

Baby, my baby

Much too little to run

Baby, my baby

And what will become of my son?

My kid don’t eat what I feed him

All day

Every day

My kid won’t eat what I feed him

And what will become of my baby?

Baby, my baby

Much too little to run

Baby, my baby

And what will become of my son?

Strange rain falling around us

All day

Every day

There’s strange rain falling around us

And what will become of my son?