A mixed day at work, people let you down
Sometimes, but others are OK maybe
Wore raincoat in midsummer. In this town
You have to, but I kept dry, luckily
It's bound to rain - it's Wimbledon, you see
(Not where I live, no - that is Manchester)
But it always rains on the big city
When it hosts the tennis. Pull the cover
Over each perfect lawn that's only there
Because in this land, rain's always around
It falls on each political party
Leaders struck by lightning, no-one is spared
No-one laughs at the untrustworthy clown
Theresa looks strong. Not so, Jeremy...
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