Nonsense says weatherman; sun's gonna shine.
Don't wanna hear no wimpy rain-whine.
True, Cajuns are still tryin' to get dry.
Inclement weather sent--not on your life!

I predict skies of blue,
A little wind, miles per hour--two.

Inclement weather's sent--must hunker down.
Turn on, tune in to the radio sound.
Hear the rain pelt,
Feel the hail pelt.
Bang, bang.
Then take a belt, another belt.
Drink, drink.

Tune in the radio and get some bad news:
Tide's high and wide and coming right at you.
FEMA dicks, politics, an evil brew.
My yard's thick with hail that sticks. What should I do?

I decide: a long snooze,
After drinkin' gin. So bring on more booze.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.