I'm bringing you the weather from the satellite jigsaw
A weak ridge from pressure from the hinter to the
Collars on the upturn, a nod towards the winter
Tuesday's a thunder day with a wind that chills you to
Otherwise it's over the top
You got really rotten weather it's so hard
Tell me where a weatherman should start
When he's miles from his sunshine
Promise you the warmest winter fire
When outside it's freezing cold
Promise you the bluest summer sky
And it'll be the outlook for Thursday
You're guess is good as mine
Otherwise it's over the top