Forecast - R Stevie Moore

Will it snow snow snow

I don’t know know know

Will the weather be forever

You won’t know till you

Wake up and see tomorrow

Barometer pressure’s down fifty percent

Cause the raindrop index is high

Expect a temperature of eighty below

You can kiss your thermometer bye

Cold front warm front drinking the rain

Till the oceanic bottle is dry

Hurricane betsy is at it again

You could call it rejuvenation

No such thing as a fair sky

Cold showers aren’t too much fun

Lightning zaps and thunderclaps

And the stars have eaten the sun

Bob lobertini has frozen his weenie

And the clouds are gettin too thick

Smoke 'n fog and foke 'n smog

Don’t this weatherman kick

And everytime the day change try to rearrange

Something tells me i’m gettin sick

Differential time zone seventy-nine

The air pressure is nearly on ten

Numbers in mud on the radar bud

Yesterday’s with us again

High humidity my stupidity

Perspiration killed five men

Don’t go outside

Don’t go outside

Don’t go outside

Don’t go outside

Will the weather be forever

You won’t know till you

Wake up and die tomorrow