Predicting weather gets tricky
Ya it’s iffy, iffy
And if I get it wrong everybody wants to hit me
When I go outside and it’s really windy ohhh
Then my job really and literally blows
Tracking cold fronts is a hard days work
And remember, you stay classy planet Earth
You’re sick of lame dudes all up in your latitude
Talking about the sports and all of that boring news
I got a temperature gauge and a new suit
Plus my radar spins like the rims on your coupe
Do I think it’s gonna rain?… I don’t know possibly
Ha, that’s the beauty of being in meterology
So watch me, turn on the T.V.
Forget Al Rocker he’s got nothing on me
Ya he takes a checks of your neck of the woods
But there’s always a ninety percent chance of me lookin’ good


clicker’s in my fingers, makeup’s on my nose
it’s weather biz, it’s got it’s high’s a low’s
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weather man
(girl voice) He’s a weatherman
From Cali up to Maine, I know where it’ll rain
Other fella’s see my combover and get jealous
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weather man
(girl voice) He’s a weatherman


People say make it 70 and breezy for me
But mother nature, she don’t make it easy for me
Don’t do much three-hundred days out the year
But I slave over a hot doopler when it get severe
Know what the difference is between warnings and watches
Well neither do I… so don’t tell my bosses
People say “do you like your job” I gotta confess
I’m wrong half the time and still got a job.. Yes!
On a sunny day
Everybody loves me
They just wanna hug me
I’mma celebrity
But when the weather changes and it gets snowy
People think I’m number one and they like to show me
I’m in the gym everyday with weights in my fist
Don’t sculpt my guns I sculpt my weather wrist
It’s because I’mma personality
That’s my reality
Once again I’d like to me remind you all to say classssayy!


clicker’s in my fingers, makeup’s on my nose
ya the weather biz, it’s got it’s high’s a low’s
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weather man
(girl voice) He’s a weatherman
From Cali up to Maine, I know where it’ll rain
Other fella’s see my combover and get jealous
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weatherman
I’m a weather man
(girl voice) He’s a weatherman