With millions hanging on the edge of their seat...
Everyday I read the weather
Whether it be nice or it be fair
I read it with a tone of interest
It's my job to read it on the air
I read the chance of rain
And I read the low and the high
And I read mostly or partly
Five times as the day goes by
But the problem comes later
When I'm heading off to bed
Holli asks me what the forecast is
And I realize I forgot what I said
