Q-Drops are falling on my head

And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothing seems to fit

Those Q-Drops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talking to the [Dem'd]

And I said I didn't like the way they Hawwed and Hemmed

Sleeping on the job

Those Q-Drops are falling on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know

The Blues they send to meet me

Won't defeat me, it won't be long

'Till happiness steps up to greet me

Q-Drops keep falling on my head

But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red

Crying's not for me

'Cause They're never gonna stop the Q by complaining

Because I'm free

Nothing's worrying me

And Many Thanks to:

B. J. Thomas ( Artist )

Hal David  ( Songwriter )

Burt Bacharach ( Songwriter )

♪Fag