While he stands on the beach in the tropical breeze
"Play on, dear weather, play on, my oldest of friends"
The clouds and the seas along with that tropical breeze
Sing with a warm and lively Mediterranean ease
"Oh where, Oh where, shall we play, oh weatherman?"
The weatherman told them it was all a matter of ease
To go from sunny Mumbai all the way to Belize
"Go on, dear weather, go on, my friendliest of mates"
The breeze and the sun went from Mumbai to Belize
and danced from port to port and from tree to tree
"Oh thank you, Oh thank you, weatherman, for making us free"
The weatherman sat in the shade of the sunny palm trees
Sipping cold ice tea with a grin that was as cool as can be
"Oh how relaxing is the study of meteorology"
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