The weatherman is calling
Calling, calling
The weatherman's informing
Of a bright new day
There's no more gloomy weather
Forget that umbrella
No more diseases sneezing
At this century
The Dalek drones are drowning
We're flying, we're climbing
Cars sit corroding
As we soar away
Waltzers on the rooftops
Are spinning with side-hops
Ugly concrete towers
Are now bright arcades
Weathercade
Oh, weathercade
Weathercade
Weathercade
These shoes have done some walking
Hear them talking
These shoes will last forever
They're made that way
The weatherman is calling
Calling, calling
The weatherman's informing
Of a bright new day
Weathercade
Oh, weathercade
Weathercade
Oh, weathercade
Weathercade
Calling, calling, calling
Weathercade
Calling, calling, calling
Weathercade
Weathercade
Weathercade
Oh, weathercade
[Incomprehensible]
