White Shirts & Rain - Rodney Carrington

I was fifteen years old, a young innocent boy

On a playground at school, when I first met Joy

Her T-shirt was white, and her chest was quite large

When the storm clouds rolled in, it started commin' down hard

White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change

We knew she had a set, but when she got em both wet

You could see everything;

I just stood there in aw

She didn’t have on a bra;

a cold wind hit her back

And out popped her rack, white shirts and rain

I’ve heard em called hangers;

I’ve heard em called cans

I’ve heard em called cha-cha's n chi-chi's n boobies, n two really good friends

Some like to be pet on, pinched on and pulled

Some like to be kissed on, some you can’t touch at all

White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change

They’ve all got a set, but when they get em both wet

You can see everything, and it’s hard not to stare

When they’re sittin right, over there, could you run through my lawn

I got my sprinkler on, because today looks like no, rain