Mister Noah

Oh Mister Noah,
Oh Mister Noah,
May I get a ride on the ark of the Lord?
For it's very cold
And it's raining hard.
Tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu.

"No, you can't, sir.
No, you can't, sir.
No, you can't get onto the ark of the Lord.
Though it's very cold
And it's raining hard."
Tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu.

"That's a lie, sir.
That's a lie, sir.
That's a lie, sir, and you know it darn well.
Gonna rain very hard,
Gonna rain like hell."
Tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu.

"Go to hell, sir.
Go to hell, sir.
Go to hell with your damn leaky old scow.
'Cause it ain't gonna rain,
Gonna rain nohow."
Tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu, tra-le-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu.