[Intro: Strutting glam-rock male lead, spoken over the drums] Good evenin', city, it's your weather, put your sunglasses on [Verse 1: Strutting glam-rock male lead, strutting on the boogie bass] Silver jacket, sequined tie, a cape across the map Six o'clock on channel nine, the city in my lap Point across the bay with a wand, a twirl and then a wink Station manager in the wings is pourin' antacid in his drink Says tone it down, the viewers want a man who wears a tie Says we bought a supercomputer and it's never gonna lie Hire a guy in khakis with a laptop and a cough Put me on the weekend, say the glitter's comin' off [Pre-Chorus: Strutting glam-rock male lead, rising] Computer says ten percent I say, darlin', that's a dent [Chorus: Strutting glam-rock male lead, showy vibrato] Hundred percent chance of me Thunder in my platform boots and lightning up my sleeve Board the windows, grab the bread and get up off the street Hundred percent chance of me [Verse 2: Strutting glam-rock male lead, crunchy guitar biting] Saturday mornin', weekend slot, I see it on the chart Wall of cloud across the water with a wicked little dart Computer says it's driftin' north, ten percent, a breeze So I put on the gold lame and I drop down to my knees Tell the city buy the batteries and tie the lawn chairs down Hundred percent, I bet my cape, it's comin' for the town Manager is cussin' in my earpiece, cut the feed But the city's at the hardware store, they're buyin' what they need [Pre-Chorus: Strutting glam-rock male lead, rising] Computer says ten percent I say, darlin', that's a dent [Chorus: Strutting glam-rock male lead, showy vibrato] Hundred percent chance of me Thunder in my platform boots and lightning up my sleeve Board the windows, grab the bread and get up off the street Hundred percent chance of me [Bridge: Strutting glam-rock male lead, lightning pose on every snare crack] Crack, the first one, arms up high Crack, the second, one hand to the sky Crack, the third, I'm down on one knee Every bolt across the town is pointin' straight at me [Verse 3: Strutting glam-rock male lead, triumphant] Storm rolls in at half past six, the khaki guy is pale Computer's blinkin' error while the gutters start to wail Nobody's caught out on the road and nobody's on the bridge Every fridge is full, the candles lit on every window ridge Monday mornin', six o'clock, they give me back the slot And a raise, a bigger cape, a wind machine, the lot [Chorus: Strutting glam-rock male lead, showy vibrato] Hundred percent chance of me Thunder in my platform boots and lightning up my sleeve Board the windows, grab the bread and get up off the street Hundred percent chance of me [Outro: Strutting glam-rock male lead, crunchy guitar rings out] And that's your weather, city, hundred percent [End]
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