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Anthony Felts
Anthony Felts
Songwriter
Kat Clark
Kat Clark
Songwriter
Isaac Rey-Pederson
Isaac Rey-Pederson
Songwriter
Samuel Miller
Samuel Miller
Songwriter
Keaton Baker
Keaton Baker
Songwriter
Emily Ferguson
Emily Ferguson
Songwriter
Jake Fernstrum
Jake Fernstrum
Songwriter
Nicolas Killeen
Nicolas Killeen
Songwriter

Letra

Baby I ain't a weatherman but I seen my share of weather And how long will it take you sheep to put two and two together Well, we been warned by scientists and every prophet on the block But we heard no, saw no evil, children, and we kept our step in lock So go tell that little Dutch boy who stuck his finger in the dyke That the leak'll be the least of his worries, baby, when the lightning strike When it strike Oooh, lightning strikes You better hide your head Oooh, lightning strikes Well, you better play dead Remember in the revolution days, we burned the Bastille down And as we cheered, Dear Leader's statue was smashed to pieces on the ground Well now the watchmen are watching TV, all quiet on the western front tonight We got no eyes on the horizon, baby, looking out for the lightning strike Strike Oooh, lightning strikes I'm telling you baby that you're gonna get yours if you don't get yourself indoors Oooh, lightning strikes Now the clock reads a minute from midnight, I'm waiting on tenterhooks for the strike Where you gonna seek your shelter, children, if the lightning strike tonight If it When it Oooh, lightning strikes I'm telling you baby, it's gonna get you too Oooh, lightning strikes So tell me, mama, what are you gonna do Oooh, lightning strikes You can close your windows and lock your doors And batten down the hatches for the coming storm Oooh, lightning strikes We been proud but we'll pay the price when lightning strikes the same place twice
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