Steve Forbert's Midsummer Night's Toast

Here's to all you lucky dogs, it's heads or tails
Here's to all you filthy rich and I wish you well
Here's to all the pretty women made for cash
And here's a dashing daddy's son, it's such a flash

Well, I've been looking and walking 'round this Sunset Square
Singing and talking with my friends down there
Sitting and listening with a young man's ear
To all their rainbow dreams

Here's to all the shitty jobs that I despise
Here's to two-bit guarantees and all the lies
Here's to roads of burning tar and hot cement
And here's the money in my hand and where it went

I don't know, but I've got my fingers tapping on the hard stone steps
Waiting for lightning in the range to fall
On the lovers eloping with their sidewalk smiles
And all their rainbow dreams

Amy Allen's in the summer
With a sack lunch and a punch card
See my sister with a drag job
Man, she feels like she's a hundred years ago

Here's to people living lives that they regret
Working fingers to the bone and sinking debt
Here's to all the shaky tricks that the hustlers try
Their easy money is oft times hardly flashing
When it's winked in their eye

But I'm living and breathing in the rat trap town
Trying to get over when the wall breaks down
Holding my head up with my thin tired arms
And all my rainbow dreams, yeah

Well, we gotta keep this, you know, semblance of a professional
Show here. This one's called "Rain." Alright, one, two