| I come to serenade you
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| beneath your window pane
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| the wind is blowin' like a hurricane. |
| ..
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| Oh! |
| Look out the window,
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| an' see how I’m standin' in the rain!
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| My friends Jose an' Pedro
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| are waiting in the wagon,
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| they know that love is drivin' me in insane. |
| ..
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| Oh! |
| Look out the window,
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| an' see how I’m standin' in de rain!
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| I love you, I love you, I’d lay down my life,
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| I really mean the words I sing in each refrain. |
| ..
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| Oh! |
| Look out the window (Look out the window!)
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| an' see how I’m standin' in de rain!
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| I saw you at the bull fight,
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| you thrilled de matadors,
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| an' from your dainty shoe they drank champagne!
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| I know I’m no hero,
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| but look how I’m standin' in de rain!
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| I’m so afraid that lightening may strike my steel guitar,
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| why can’t we fly away to sunny Spain?
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| Oh! |
| Look out de window,
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| an' see how I’m standin' in de rain!
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| My heart seems to pump like a wild jungle drum,
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| my head is spinning like your father’s weather vane,
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| Oh! |
| Look out de window (Look out de window!)
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| an' see how I’m standin' in de rain!
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| I love you, I love you. |
| ..
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| that’s why I serenade you
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| in de rain!
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| Music by Dave Mann
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| with lyrics by Bob Hilliard |