| It’s been raining for a million years
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| And the weather just won’t turn
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| Try to build a fire round your place
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| And the damned logs refuse to burn
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| The braindead have been sitting on their sunbeds
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| Where’s heaven for its own sake
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| Lying dead or half-forgotten
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| At the bottom of a bottomless lake
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| But when the sun comes out
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| The world’s gonna go crazy
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| Everybody’s gonna move their arms about
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| Cos what they believed is turned inside-out
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| When the sun comes out
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| It’s been raining since I don’t know when
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| We’re all in for a big surprise
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| Go to the woods in your dreams tonight
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| And when you awake you won’t believe your eyes
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| It’s all the rage, it’ll make the front page
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| Gotta get the gutter press going down the drain
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| Butter melts if you leave it near the window
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| And it’s time to try and use a deckchair again
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| But when the sun comes out…
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| When the sun comes out
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| His pa will be so disappointed
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| To find out his son was double-jointed
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| Some will flounder
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| Some will be anointed
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| The son couldn’t wait to do a turn-about
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| It’s been raining but it’s gonna stop
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| Cats and dogs will shake themselves
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| Time to work, time to pick those hops
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| I gotta go and mend the greenhouse shelves
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| This was meant, well, it’s all heaven-sent
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| Go out naked and have no fear
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| One boy spent a little life in torment
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| But now he’s grinning from ear to ear
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| Now he’s grinning from here to here… |