Eskimo Joe

I met a girl who would travel the world for free,
She told me her phone number, told me to call her at 3,
She had a Gran who she liked to call Nan sometimes,
That was a lie but i sung it because it rhymes
I love, rain on tin roofs, rain in summer time,
She said, "Look out the window" told me it was dry.
I met a girl who would travel the world for free,
She told me her phone number, told me to call her at 3,