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 Elijahs 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
1 Kings 17:1
Now Elijah the Tishbite, from Tishbe in Gilead, said to Ahab, "As the LORD, the God of Israel, lives, whom I serve, there will be neither dew nor rain in the next few years except at my word."
