Oh oh I’m the meteorologist and I
Can predict the weather
And sometimes you will see me with my umbrella
Under a beating sun

It’s not perversion, just the sensation it will change

Cos I know when it will snow
Because I get a nasty itching on the tip of my nose
And I sense when it will rain
Because I’m warned by guilty feelings and stomach pains

Oh oh I’m the meteorologist and I
Can predict the weather
And I bet you’ve already seen me in my swimsuit
Under the pouring rain

But it’s not madness, it’s just wisdom, Craig

Cos I know when it’ll be cold
Cos I wake up with panic feelings and a stomach hold
And I sense when wind will blow
Because I get a doubling of the sight and my pressure’s low

And I think today
It is going to hail