George Huitker - Clement Wragge's Rainmaker Lyrics

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