Not A Dry Place In The Place

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Parody of Meatloaf's song Not A Dry Eye In The House

Not a dry place in the house
After the ceiling caves in
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of the rain pouring...


I can still see you standin' there
Tornado wind blowin' through your hair
Freezinr our butts off in the stormy air
Thought it would never end
Hiding in the closet from the storm's darknest rage
Turned blue as I saw old Uncle Roy get blown away
The sun came up the next morning
Now we see the mess our insurance ain't gonna cover
Called them right away
Telling us our coverage was over
The nightmare had only just begun


It was almost like a bad disaster movie
The way that damn storm came through
Guess we did't spend enough time boaring up each and every window


Now there's not a dry place in the house
After the ceiling caves in
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of the rain pouring
Pouring
Not a smile left on our faces
The bills are just too high to make
And there's not a dry place
Not a dry place in the house


The most amazing, perfect 1 story home was ours
The pride of the ghetto
We had it all
We had everything, but now the damage is done
It's all just history
The last drive-by broke the only window we had left
Now our neighbors can hear our every secret and fight
Wish we had believed that weather man clown
But we did't and that's when the thunder crashed down
End of the American dream
It's over.....


It was almost like a bad disaster movie
The way that damn storm came through
Time stood still as we stood in shock
Now tell me
Ain't that sad enough to make you cry?


And there's not a dry place in the house
After the ceiling caves in
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of the rain pouring
Pouring
Not a smile left on our faces
The bills are just too high to make
And there's not a dry place
Not a dry place in the house


Act one-We just found the perfect ghetto crib

Act two-We moved on in

Act three-That damn storm just had to come through

Act four-We don't have no home no more


Not a dry place in the house
After the ceiling caves in
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of the rain pouring
Pouring
Not a smile left on our faces
The bills are just too high to make
And there's not a dry place
Not a dry place
Not a dry place in the house


After the ceiling caves in
Listen and you'll hear the sound
Hear the sound of the rain pouring
Pouring
Not a dry place in the house
Not a dry place
Not a dry place in the house

2007 Ramona Thompson

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