I told the coachman, ''Just drive me on, It's the same old destination But a different world to sing upon.'' So he threw back his head and he counted. I jumped out about five to nine. Said, ''Mister, get me to the stage on time.'' Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water And the snow didn't have a place in the sun So I slipped behind a rainbow And waited till the show had done. I packed my ammunition. Inside the crowd was shouting, ''Encore'', It wasn't me they were shouting for. So when the tall dark lady smiled at me I said, ''Oh, baby let us go for a ride.'' And we came upon two drinks or four And popped them oh so neatly inside. Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water And the snow didn't have a place in the sun So we slipped behind a rainbow