when its raining cats and dogs,
it puts me in the mood
to hide myself in murd'rous fog,
exhale, comme d'habitude.

when above i see pigs fly,
into my brain intrude
the wraiths which yank me from this sty
and wail, comme d'habitude.

when you see me break a leg,
no limelight to accrue,
but anguish dripping from my head
to lurk, comme d'habitude.

if that day when Hell does freeze
will come to pass so soon,
i'll climb the cliffs, salute the breeze,
and jump, comme d'habitude.