Lyrics

I tune into the TV at a quarter after ten,
'Cause I love to watch the antics of the local weathermen
Satellites up in space and radars on the ground,
And multi colored weather maps with arrows buzzing 'round.

They issue their predictions and offer up advice,
"Folks the magic of technology will help us here tonight!
No precipitation!" the forecaster proclaims,
Then he hops into his Cadillac and drives off in the rain.

Why don't the weathermen have windows?
Why don't they just look outside?
It would be so easy, so nice and breezy,
Why don't the weathermen have windows?

Their clouds are out of kilter, their rain is out of whack,
The storms they do not follow predicted stormy tracks.
Their fronts are all behind, their highs have turned to lows,
Where did they get all those degrees? I'd really like to know!

It's somewhere in their contract that they're not allowed to peek,
All that fancy-dancy language that them legal fellers speak.
The architecture was so strange I had to stop and stare,
Not one window could I find the whole time I was there.

Why don't the weathermen have windows?
Why don't they just look outside?
It would be so easy, so nice and breezy,
Why don't the weathermen have windows?

Batten down the hatches boys a storm is rolling in!
Heard it on the weather radio. Oh no!
Get yourselves below my lads, it's ready to begin!
It might hail or ice or rain or sleet or snow.
Though they offer up this caveat, "In local areas it might not."

Maybe they should check the Farmer's Almanac,
Or ask a famous psychic to consult the Zodiac.
Maybe they should toss the bones or read the Tarot cards,
Or throw all caution to the wind, and look out in the yard!

Why don't the weathermen have windows?
Why don't they just look outside?
It would be so easy, so nice and breezy,
Why don't the weathermen have windows?