Mr. Sunshine in the morning
In the morning light
Won't [bad word] down from the ceiling?
Won't you stay the night?
Baby, won't you stay the night?

In the summer, I remember days so long and hot
These past weeks it has been raining
And now my song's a flood
Baby, now my song is a flood

You've been driving down that same road
Road rage in your eyes
So won't [bad word] down from the ceiling
Won't you hear my cries
Baby, won't you hear my cries

Sunshine, sunshine