[Intro]          I was fifteen years old  a young innocent boy On a playground at school  when I first met Joy Her T-shirt was white  and her chest was quite large    When the storm clouds rolled in it started commin’ down hard White shirts and rain  yeah they bring on a change We knew she had a set  but when she got em both wet You could see everything; I just stood there in aw She didn’t have on a bra; a cold wind hit her back And out popped her rack  white shirts and rain I’ve heard em called hangers; I’ve heard em called cans I’ve heard em called cha-cha’s n chi-chi’s n boobies  n two really good friends Some like to be pet on  pinched on and pulled    Some like to be kissed on  some you can’t touch at all White shirts and rain  yeah they bring on a change They’ve all got a set  but when they get em both wet You can see everything  and it’s hard not to stare When they’re sittin right  over there  could you run through my lawn I got my sprinkler on  because today looks like no rain