Queen of stormy weather and she's alright
Bring it all together and make it nice
The wind is of chicane
She'll do legerdemain
But that's alright
2 miles from outta sight

Obe the roe is a ringer
The jester of gods
Ah, but the sun skins of leather
Are all at odds
Molasses in their lungs
They speak on Indian tongues
As L.Q. up
Make you stub your pugs

Hide the wimp, the summer swine
Throw them all away
There will never be a time
To realign this way

So get lost you soft spoken fella
Show him sun bloc charade
There will never be a time
To pee on my parade (Har!)