And a boy cries out to his brother.
Don't follow me. Don't follow me.
Don't follow me. No, don't follow me.
'Cause I won't be where it's sunny and 73.
Ain't it funny how it seems?
My luck is like a weeping willow. It sways
but never seems to find a piece of shade.
And a boy cries out to his sister.
Don't follow me. Don't follow me....
It's sunny and 73 degrees
but I know a storm is on the way.
Because it's me I can say.
Because it's me I can say.
No Don't follow me....
