I was deprived of a young girl's dream
By the cruel force of nature from the blue
Instead of a night full of romance supreme
All I got was a running nose and Aegeatic flu
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting in my maiden form
And mascara flows right down my nose because of the storm
I don't even have a corsage, oh gee
It fell down a sewer with my sister's ID
(talking)
Yes, it's raining on prom night.
Oh my darling, what can I do?
I miss you.
It's raining real rain from the skies