Señor météo
Patrick Zabé
Mr. Weatherman
And here comes the downpour
There's no longer a season
Since we dropped the bomb
Oh, what a mess
Oh Mr. Zabé
My frog is sick
Oh Mr. Zabé
And she's not 20 anymore
Oh, what a disaster
The sun is furious
She announced good weather
Mr. Weatherman, you see it's nice out
Mr. Weatherman, oh my, what a freeze
Oh Mr. Weatherman, don't touch my transistor
Hoping that he's waiting for it
In the summer, we catch cold easily
And since the restrictions
We sleep in city clothes
Oh, Breton song
The Venuses are dizzy
Let's forget about heating
Caught by the river
We become one body
And as everything turns
Let's love each other more
Love is the only true radiator
Oh
Mr. Weatherman, you see it's nice out
Mr. Weatherman, oh my, what a freeze
Oh Mr. Weatherman, don't touch my transistor
Hoping that he's waiting for it
Madam is here, madam is here, please
Oh no, madam went to dance the cha-cha-cha, Mr. Zabé
The cha-cha-cha, Mr. Zabé, in the city, the cha-cha-cha
Oh, television
You announce snow
He takes precautions
I put on my Bermuda shorts
If on this TV
He promises sunshine
I'll take out my polka dot umbrella
Red
Mr. Weatherman, you see it's nice out
Mr. Weatherman, oh my, what a freeze
Oh Mr. Weatherman, don't touch my transistor
Hoping that he's waiting for it
Mr. Weatherman, you see it's nice out
Mr. Weatherman, oh my, what a freeze
Oh Mr. Weatherman, don't touch my transistor
Hoping that he's waiting for it
