Why is your raincoat always crying Why does the hat on your head hang over your eyes Your white shirt is buttoned way up to the top Suspicious that zippers don't know when to stop And they're certain that jacket is lying Why is your raincoat always crying Why is your nightgown so sad and sleepy What is the secret your makeup refuses to tell Bright colours grow weary from years of neglect Brown scarf curls tight around your pretty neck And just what is that sweater implying Why is your raincoat always crying Why does that old robe act like it's dying Why does it cling to your side hanging on for dear life As you take off that dress and you put on the next one Each hopeful outfit will beg the same question If going outside is really worth trying Then why is your raincoat always crying