Jan, Jan the weatherman
Lives 'cross the hall in an old beer can
Comes over now and then with a stick and a pan
He wants to join the band

Jan, Jan he's the weatherman
Looks like a product of the Manson gang
I asked him about his past one day
Nearly lost my life that way

Will it rain' Will it shine'
Will it rain' Will it shine'

Once a month a big fat man walks out of Jan's door

Comes back 20 minutes later with 100 sandwiches or more
I said, "Hey, Jan, what's this all about'"
Jan just said, "Shh. I don't wanna get kicked out."

Jan, Jan he's the weatherman
He's got a kid sister who could use a tan
She talks so low and scary it's hard to understand

What's the weather gonna be like tomorrow, Jan'

Will it rain' Will it shine'
Will it rain' Will it shine'