Abby you asked me how the weather isnAnd I must say it's pretty grimnIt seems like months now nSince I've seen the sunnBreaking through this winter filmnnI've got an apple tree in my backyard nThe poor thing shivers in the windnI see the apples hanging on like corpsesnAnd it occurs to me how morbid I am nnBut it's 'cause I'm sick of being able tonJust walk onto my roofnFrom the snow bank across the streetnAnd weatherman nHe's the only one with a tannCause he took off for Jamaica last weeknnSo ask your sidekick from your last video nTo please kindly ask the hero nIf there's anything that he can donBecause it's 20 degrees below zeronnYes there's a warm front coming into townnBut those things always make me madnLike brief mirages in the desert sandnThey only remind you of what you hadnnAnd I'm sick of being able to nJust walk onto my roofnFrom the snow bank across the streetnAnd the weathermannHe's the only one with tannCause he took of for Bermuda last weeknnSo Abby do you wanna trade your thunderstorms nFor my bitter, bitter cold terrain? nI think we've got a few more blizzards in storenBefore the flood season in May