The weather in England is a bloody disgrace
I hate the rain and fog, the snow and wind

hate the summer, the hosepipe bans put on again
and I phoned the Met Office to have a whinge

Deep, always deep
the floods in spring, up water creeps
my carpet's dryness I'll keep
the sandbags are down

oh hailstones, oh thunder, oh snowstorms, oh rain
I need so many different coats here
here snow comes again (here snow comes again)

thunderstorms, hailstones, hurricanes, droughts?
fog and ice, hail and snow now
thunderstorms, hailstones, hurricanes, droughts?
fog and ice, hail and snow now
(and here comes the rain)

The weather in England is a bloody disgrace
the hosepipe ban returns and we know why
the floods all turn to droughts, the reservoirs in place
never seem to get much higher, then run dry

Deep, always deep
the globe it warms while we're asleep
pollution down we could not keep
ask governments why? why? why? why?

oh hailstones, oh thunder, oh snowstorms, oh rain
I need so many different coats here
here snow comes again (here snow comes again)

thunderstorms, hailstones, hurricanes, droughts?
fog and ice, hail and snow now
thunderstorms, hailstones, hurricanes, droughts?
fog and ice, hail and snow now
(and here comes the rain)