And here comes the downpour
There are no more seasons
Since we made the bomb
Albert Simon
Ay Ay Mr. Carlos
My frog is sick
Ay Ay poor us
And she is no longer twenty
Ay Ay what a disaster!
The sun is broken
She had predicted good weather

Mr. Weather
When he says it's nice
Mr. Weather
Ah cold cold what a fridge
Ay Ay Mr. Weather
When my transistor
Hope for warmth
He is wrong
What pain!

In the summer we catch cold easily
And since the restrictions
We sleep in city clothes
Jean Breton
From Venice to Vesoul
Let's forget about heating
Carried away by the fuel
Let's be one body
And from Toulouse to Toul
Let's love each other more
Love is the only true radiator

Mr. Weather
When he says it's nice
Mr. Weather
Ah cold cold what a fridge
Ay Ay Mr. Weather
When my transistor
Hope for warmth
He is wrong
What pain!

On television
You announce the snow
You take your precautions
I put on my Bermuda shorts
If in your forecasts
You promise the sun
I take out my polka dot umbrella
Red

Mr. Weather
When he says it's nice
Mr. Weather
Ah cold cold what a fridge
Ay Ay Mr. Weather
When my transistor
Hope for warmth
He is wrong
What pain!

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