Lyrics:

Woah!

Well, I hate the rain when I drive (right on through)
Cause the windows are broken on my 455 (right on through)
It don't rain much, but when it do
That dirty old rain comes right on through

Through to you
Right on through
Through to you

I had some pigeons livin' on my ledge (right on through)
Dirty winged rats living on the edge (right on through)
I keep the window shut, bolted, and screwed (right on through)
That pigeon shit seeps right on through

Through to you
Right on through
Through to you

Well you built your house made out of lead (right on through)
It keeps out those things that you dread (right on through)
It don't matter where you hide (right on through)
Because reality always crashes inside

Right on through
Through to you
Right on through
Through to you