Intro: C, G, C, D, G C G I was fifteen years old, a young innocent boy C G On a playground at school, when I first met Joy C Em, D, C Her T-shirt was white, and her chest was quite large G, D G When the storm clouds rolled in, it started commin' down hard C G White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change D We knew she had a set, but when she got em both wet G C You could see everything; I just stood there in aw Em, D,C G She didn't have on a bra; a cold wind hit her back D G And out popped her rack, white shirts and rain C G I've heard em called hangers; I've heard em called cans D G I've heard em called cha-cha's n chi-chi's n boobies, n two really good friends C Em, D, C Some like to be pet on, pinched on and pulled G,D G Some like to be kissed on, some you can't touch at all C G White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change D They've all got a set, but when they get em both wet G C You can see everything, and it's hard not to stare Em D, C G When they're sittin right, over there, could you run through my lawn D G I got my sprinkler on, because today looks like no, rain