I envy the weather abroad
When I look on the back of a postcard
Its sunny there
But here its hailstone and its so hard
Wet jeans, and yesterday they were clean
Bus drivers on strike
So I'm really waiting for nothing
I wanna go out,
But the weather is shit and I know i can't
I have to stay in, got nowhere to go
I'm talking to my Aunt
It's so bloody boring and
Sometimes I resort to reading
I'll tell you one thing I'm bloody always sick of the weather.

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God, I'm really, really sick of the weather
Yeah, I'm really, really sick of the weather
Well, I'm really, really sick of the weather
Yeah, I'm really, really sick of the weather

And all of this weather
Continues on and on through the night
Clash against my window
Then my alarm rings
They're not great things
For all last night you see
The weatherman said there'd be sun
I want to shoot him with a gun
Everywhere else the weather is fine
And has a picturesque scene
But here where I live
It's never been over 20 degrees
Its that fine rain
That soaks you through
Not so many things that I can do
It's raining outside so we
Will have to hide under a tree now

God, I'm really, really sick of the weather
Yeah, I'm really, really sick of the weather
Well, I'm really, really sick of the weather
Yeah, I'm really, really sick of the weather

MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm
I believe in miracles
Someday it won't be, raining when I sleep
Hey now, and when I wake up,
Its only the puddles I can see
But there is still heavy clouds,
I can tell that, it will pour it down
I so hate it, I'm still feeling down
But I will still tell you one thing
I'm sick of the weather