Clement Wragge's Rainmaker

In a crazy, crazy world resisting change Stick to your guns You have to follow the river of inspiration Wherever that thing runs In times of drought Hear Clement’s tout It’s time to get your cannons out And bugger any insufficient funds Hey hey, hey hey I feel the strain, all your pain And I am going to make it rain again Clement Wragge don’t ask him why He points his cannons into the sky By act of God or act of will He’ll be the toast of Charleville Who won’t be tied and won’t be held His Big Ideas must be propelled Into the clouds that will not rain No drops of praise, no lasting fame In a crazy, crazy world His confidence it seldom lacks Won’t be dismayed by doubters Or be weighed down by the facts Or being there For all the fun Got someone else to shoot his gun ‘Cause he’s already on a different tack Hey hey, hey hey I feel the strain, all your pain And I am going to make it rain again Clement Wragge won’t ever lie And points his cannons into the sky By act of God or act of will He’ll be the toast of Charleville Who won’t be held and won’t be tied Those vortex cannons were bona fide But when it’s hot we start to melt The dreams of those who try to help I wonder if I’ve got a bit of Clement Wragge in me I want to shout into the clouds that only rain well out to sea Do the darker clouds of fate Await all those who do create? Clement Wragge in suit and tie Discards his cannons where they now lie The empty chambers are getting filled By the daredevil kids of Charleville Who won’t be tied and won’t be held And want to be somehow propelled Into the blue inviting sky And off to somewhere not nearby Hey hey I feel the strain, I proclaim That I am going to make it rain again