It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight it's more than thunder it's more than thunder And its more than a bad dream, now that i'm sober it's more than a swindle this crooked card game Nothing but sad times, Nothing but sad times none of our pockets are filled with gold nobody's caught the boquet there are no dead presidents we can fold nothing is going our way And its more than trouble, i got myself into it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now And its more than a bad dream, now that i'm sober theres no more dancing, there is no more dancing And its more than trouble, i got myself into Nothing but sad times, Nothing but sad times and it's more than goodbye I have to say to you it's more than woe-be-gotten grey skies now