Music: Bert Bacharach Lyrics Hal David. Raindrops keep falling on my head. And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed. Nothin' seems to fit. Those raindrops are falling on my head they keep falling. So I just did me some talkin' to the sun. And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done. Sleepin' on the job. Those raindrops are falling on my head they keep falling. But there's one thing I know. The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me. It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me. Raindrops keep falling on my head. But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red. Crying's not for me. Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'. Because I'm free.