It pains me to say that it's raining today, just another hoop to get through, wet through and no umbrella, need a shell, a hood.
a hell of a way to wake when the day's like a lake and you don't fancy swimming.

Women,
ah
women I fancy like,
Joan,
Maud and Nancy make the Sun shine,
but at this time of day they are dreaming away
and it's raining outside.

As wide or as tall or as short
I go on for too long and I know
this is wrong.

In the internet
I have met a friend
silent and knowing
with me to the end
of the contract I made with
the broadband provider.

It's still lashing it down
the rain's still
whipping the ground and
if you listen
you'll hear me
messing around
with the radio.