[Intro - spoken] "Alright everybody—this one’s for anyone who’s ever ignored the weather app, rolled the windows down anyway, and turned a rainstorm into a concert. It’s called 'Wipers Keep Time'—so clap along, sing off-key, and let the rain do the rest!" [Verse 1] The forecast said, "Stay inside, be smart," But I said, "Nah, I’ve got a full tank and a reckless heart." Wipers slappin’ out a beat on the glass, Traffic crawling slow while the storm rolls past. [Pre-Chorus] My hair’s a disaster, my seat’s getting wet, The GPS is yelling, but I’m not upset— ’Cause the rain don’t care and neither do I, I’m just a soggy little comet underneath a gray sky. [Chorus] Windows down in the pouring rain, Singin’ wrong lyrics to a song I can’t name. Soaked to the bone, but I’m grinning wide, Got nowhere to be and the whole world outside. Let the thunder crash, let the puddles splash, I’m doing seventy in a life going fast— Windows down, rain all over, Tonight I’m nobody’s four-leaf clover. [Verse 2] My phone’s on the dash doing its best to survive, My left shoe’s squishy, but hey—I’m alive. A truck sprayed a tidal wave, head to toe, I just laughed like a lunatic, and yelled, "Encore!" [Bridge] No meetings, no worries, no "act your age," Just rain on my face and a one-person rave. If tomorrow asks questions, I’ll shrug and say, "I was busy being gloriously drenched today." [Chorus] Windows down in the pouring rain, Dancing in the driver’s seat, completely insane. Let the thunder crash, let the puddles splash, I’m a waterproof fool with a heart full of flash— Windows down, rain all over, And I don’t care about anything—except maybe a dry towel. [Verse 3] Now the highway’s a car park, brake lights glowing red, I’m creeping one meter for every song in my head. The rain keeps falling, my coffee’s gone cold, And the guy behind me thinks honking will make time unfold. But I lean back, laugh, let the drops hit my face— Traffic jam? Nah, that’s just the world’s slowest parade. [Chorus - Wipers] The wipers keep time like a drummer on duty, Squeak, squeak, swish—oh, the rain sounds beautiful. I’m stuck in this jam, but I’m feeling alright, Keeping rhythm with the wipers through the endless night. Let the brake lights blink, let the storm clouds roll, I’ve got a great car, and a rain-soaked soul— The wipers keep time, and I sing off-key, ’Cause nothing’s gonna rain on this little party with me. [Final Verse] Then the lights turn green and the jam breaks free, I roll up my driveway, soaked as can be. The porch light’s glowing, the storm’s fading low, And my shoes make that squeaky, squelchy "hello." I wring out my sleeves, still humming the tune, With the wipers’ rhythm still stuck in the room. The rain kept falling, but I made it home— A dripping, grinning mess, never driving alone. [Outro] The wipers keep time… squeak, squeak, swish… The rain rolls on, and I’m still grinning with it… Windows down, heart wide open— Yeah, the wipers keep time…......
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