Testo Raining In Her Letter

Once I had a rumour
That Miss Piggy had a tumour
And
since then she's desperately ill
Well I'm calling for a sit down
With fat
ladies in my hometown
Just to tell them they're not in her will

Well the
situation ceased
When my petty friend deceased
And still waiting redemption
from the Pope
Well it's crowded all around me
And I reckon that it won't
be
When I'll swing out delicately on the rope

And she's now so far
away
And she means the world to me And it's raining in her letter, raining in
her letter, raining in her letter now
Cause she's the only thing that
matters
And it's raining in her letters – it's raining in her letter
Raining
in her letters now.
Raining in her letter...