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There’s a podcast I’ve heard, when it’s not 3 months old
And they’re buying this forecast by Kevin
At the start of the show, often they’ll speak of snow
But it’s hard to believe what he’s saying

Ooh, ooh, and they’re buying this forecast by Kevin

His predictions each fall for the next Winter’s storms
Often don’t clarify confused meanings
When she opens her book, with a pencil she took
Jeanne waits on his words with misgivings

Ooo, and he’s full of blunders
Ooo, and he’s full of blunders

There’s a low pressure zone on the last NAO
Which he claims is the model he’s using
I’ve heard more likely picks from that other Sports Chick
Or the latest from Nigel’s pet monkey

Ooo, and he’s full of blunders
Ooo, he’s really full of blunders

The PNA and the NAM rather sound like a sham
When he calls for more precipitation
He might go on and on, but he’s still just as wrong
As a murder that fills him with laughter

Oooooo

Could be derechos in the Euro, or a hurricane
Or just a sprinkling for your zip code
He’ll give two outlooks you can pick one, but in the long run
We’ll have to see how it plays out

. . . And he’s full of blunders
Ooo, he’s really full of blunders

His colleagues won’t return his phone calls, and with good cause
Cantore’d just be disappointed,
Sue Palco’s calling for more sunshine, and so is Keirein
But Sheehan stands by the wrap around

EEERRRRK . . .
Waaa aah! Waaa aah! Waaa aah! Waaa aah!

And if you drive on down the road
And curse accumulating snow
You’ll need a chauffeur to the show
There was no snowstorm he foretold
Said it would never get this cold

And though you listened very hard
There’s just no point with this jackass
And when his kids shovel you out
You’re gonna need much more rock saaaaaaalt!!!

Cuz they’re buying this forecast by Kevin


Homage to Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven"