[ Featuring the Herbaceous Perennials ]
We drank the streets after the rain
Felt no fear felt no pain
Malolactic acid in the brain
Nothing before remains the same
But we were happy we were there
We were open in the evening air
We were free the way we talked
No VA nothing was corked
Nothing was a problem nothing a shame
Nothing so broken it couldn't be saved
So we stood back and swallowed down the day
In the streets after the rain
He introduced me to this bloke
Said he could taste American oak
It was not funny was no joke
So he sighed and spat and drank some Coke
But he was giddy not yet drunk
Floating northwards but not yet sunk
The Blanc de Blanc in front of me
And in his hotel room a fourteen Chablis
Nowhere too far away to know
Nowhere a Wopple would not go
So we stepped out and we swallowed down the day
In the streets after the rain
The streets after the rain
After the rain
After the rain
After the rain
No bourbon barrels no mega red
Just give us VGS instead
In the moonlight as the city slips away
In the streets after the rain
