[Verse 1: loud swaggering male MC, riding the go-go swing] Monday mornin' you was grinnin' with the clicker in your hand Said, "A new sound's driftin' in, a little breeze across the land Ain't no need to board the windows, ain't no need to call your mama Grab a light jacket, by the weekend, no more drama" Tuesday it got gusty, so you loosened up your tie Said, "A little front is movin', but it's movin' on by" Wednesday every porch on the block had a speaker on the rail You upgraded me to "scattered" with a chance of heavy hail Thursday mornin' you was sweatin' through the powder on your face Drew a big red circle on the map around the place Said, "Storm watch, stay inside, keep the children off the lawn" And the children on the lawn learned every word to this song [Hook: loud swaggering male MC, full go-go band] Said it's gonna blow over, said it's gonna blow over Every week you say it's passin', every week it's comin' closer Said it's gonna blow over, man, I caught you on the news And it blew over, all right, it blew over you [Verse 2: meaner, congas pushing] Friday you was standin' in a slicker by the pier Yellow hood, shaky camera, "Folks, it's finally here" You said, "Category one, it's a drizzle with a mouth" Then the bass hit the levee, and the levee headed south Category two, and the shingles started dancin' Category three, every grandma in the pews was fannin' Category four, and your toupee left the state Category five, and you said, "It'll fade by eight" Then it all went still, and you grinned into the lens "See, I told you, folks, it's over," and you waved to all your friends [Break: the drums drop to silence for one bar, the eye of the storm, only his voice] That ain't over, that's the eye [Hook: loud swaggering male MC, the whole band slams back in louder] Said it's gonna blow over, said it's gonna blow over Every week you say it's passin', every week it's comin' closer Said it's gonna blow over, man, I caught you on the news And it blew over, all right, it blew over you [Verse 3: laughing at him on the beat] Saturday the sun came out and every window opened wide Every speaker on the avenue was pointed at the sky And there you go, still on the curb in your yellow raincoat Leanin' sideways at a camera with the microphone at your throat Yellin', "It's dyin' down!" while the hedges hit the street And a garbage can lid took the forecast off your feet Call it a phase, call it a trend, call it a front, call it whatever But I ain't weather, man, I'm climate, and the climate's here forever [Hook: full go-go band] Said it's gonna blow over, said it's gonna blow over Every week you say it's passin', every week it's comin' closer Said it's gonna blow over, man, I caught you on the news And it blew over, all right, it blew over you [Outro: loud swaggering male MC, over congas] Seven-day forecast, and every day of it is me Keep the jacket and the slicker, you gon' need 'em, wait and see [End]
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