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The weatherman's on LSD
Hallucinating and creating devastation on the TV screen
Stormy weather, stormy seas
He's setting sail, we're getting hail, so happy trails from channel 3
The forecast calls for acid rain, and hoover powered hurricanes
As lightning strikes the terrain
The angry clouds come out to nibble his brain
The camera's moving too close
The greenscreen's haunted by demons and ghosts
The devil's moving up the coast
And the sun is descending like fiery death and we're all gonna roast baby!
Although he's earned his degree in meteorology
He's lost his mind, you'll agree
Someone must've slipped something into his coffee
The anchorman looks possessed, and Johnson's toupee looks like a birds nest
A storm is moving from the west
But he never gets to tell it 'cause they've tied him to the desk
They block off every escape; the network plays a pre-recorded tape
The drugs they gave him will sedate
And if not then they'll tie him up in a straightjacket
Then knock him out cold just to quiet the racket!
We're back, and thanks for joining me
We had some technical difficulties
The current time is 9:03
The temperature is down to 20 degrees
I'm filling in, as you can see, our regular had a tragedy
So happy trails from channel 3
The weatherman's on LSD