My father spent his days working on the outside   Breaking his back to put clothes on mine   When I think of all, all, all of my heroes   He is the first one that comes to my mind, my mind      My mother filled my head with beautiful daydreams   Someday you'll be a king or the president   You know some days, I still believe her   But today I?m too busy trying to scrape up my rent      Come on Cinderella   Fold your umbrella   Feel the rain   'Cause it ain't so strange      And I got a brother who?s a sinner   He grows a strange crop in his backyard   When the cops come and take him away would they even care   That he taught his little brother how to play his guitar?      Come on Cinderella   Fold your umbrella   Feel the rain   'Cause it ain't so strange      Cinderella   Oh feel the rain   'Cause it ain't so strange   No, no, no