Parody of "Last Train to Clarksville" by The Monkees
(1 Kings 17)
Take the last rain the clouds spill and you'll need to have a basin
You can drink it while you're thirsty 'cause I'm takin' a vacation
Drink it slow - oh, woe, woe, woe, oh, woe, woe, woe
'Cause I'm leaving with a warning that a drought will soon begin
You'll have warm air like the desert till the Lord brings spring-like rain
And I must go - oh, woe, woe, woe - oh, woe, woe, woe!
And I don't predict the weather on my own
Take the last rain the clouds spill there'll be massive dehydration
There's no time to stop and save your fishes -- it's a pity - God's forsaken you
Oh, woe, woe woe! Oh, woe, woe, woe!
Pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity you
Pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity, pity you
Take Elijah's advice still now I must head up the road
I can't heal your land with Jezebel and Ahab on the throne
They're really low - low, low, low, low - low, low, low low!
And I don't know if they'll ever come around
Take the last rain the clouds spill and I'll meet you when you're chastened
You will be real dry and dirty 'cause you've paganized the nation
Told you so - oh, woe, woe, woe - oh, woe, woe, woe!
And I don't know, Israel, when I'm coming home
Take the last rain the clouds spill REPEAT AND FADE
