The Weatherman (it’s turned out nice again) - Fred Williamson/Lester Queripel

Snow in the morning, sunshine at night.
He cannot get it wrong for getting it right.
It’s mixed weather all day long.
He cannot get it right for getting it wrong.
Mixed forecast, hail, gale, sun and rain.
They say it is going to turn out nice again.
We get all that weather in one single day.
Now what is it going to do today?
Can we go out to play?

The weatherman said it’ll be sunny and blue.
But he really has not got a clue.
He said that yesterday.
But it rained all day.
No one tells him off; he doesn’t lose his position.
He does not seem to have any opposition.
Whether or not he makes the right forecast.
You can bet your life that prediction won’t last.

At the end of the day it’s all a joke.
Because the weatherman is such a nice bloke.
He always has a smile; he is always jolly.
Even when he tells us we need a brolly.
By golly, I do believe he is off his trolley.
It’s turned out nice again, hasn’t it?

Fred Williamson/Lester Queripel