Lyrics:

Board up the windows, lock all the doors
And try to remember what a body is for
There's bad weather coming, the red eye's runnin' red
Let's spend the weekend and never leave that bed

Turn out the lights like there's no one home
Cut the wires on the telephone
Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane
Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain
Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain

Let's tell old Monday morning, please don't come too soon
The storm's still raging right here in this room
Oh, what a sweet day to spend our time
Still got a little taste of some real good wine

Turn out the lights like there's no one home
Cut the wires on the telephone
Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane
Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain
Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain

Oh, what a feelin' is gonna fill my brain
The next time the weatherman says it looks like rain

Turn out the lights like there's no one home
Cut the wires on the telephone
Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane
Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain
Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain