Walking down the street, kicking the cans Looking at the billboards, oh so red Summing up the people, checking out the race Doing what I'm doing Feeling out of place Walking, walking in the rain Feeling like a woman, looking like a man Sounding like a no-no Making when I can Whistling in the darkness, shining in the light Coming to conclusions, right is night, is tight Walking, walking in the rain Come in, all you jesters Enter, all you fools Sit down no-no, vulgar fools Trip the light fantastic, dance the swivel hips Coming to conclusions, button up your lips Walking, walking in the rain