It used to rain |
| Dreary and grey |
| Most every day but not any more |
| We come out of our homes |
| We lie down |
| Under the cloud that never comes |
| We roll in the radiation |
| And we make love |
| Under the sun |
| Under the sun |
The polar ice is melting |
| 'Suits me fine |
| We go to the beach |
| On the Northern Line |
We watch the sea |
| Comin' up the street |
| Under the sun |
| Under the sun |
It used to rain |
| Dreary and grey |
| Most every day but not any more |
| We take off our clothes |
| And have some fun |
| Under the sun |
| Under the sun |