When the thunder claps, we’ll nod our heads and tap our feet. 
The wind blows in our ears, and out the cracks between our teeth. 

To be anything is to be anything but. 
To be anybody is to be somebody you're not. 

Now the front door’s open wide 
and the backdoor’s slamming shut 
And the two things I couldn’t live without 
are the two things that are holding me down. 

I’m anything, and I’m anything but 
I’m someone, and I’m someone I’m not 
I’m anything, and I’m anything but 
I’m someone, and I’m someone I’m not. 

When the thunder claps, we’ll nod our heads and tap our feet. 
My poor dog’s at the door, scared by the storm, he [bad word]