Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry
The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain
Saved again.
Let's skip the news boy, I'll make some tea
The Arabs and the Jews boy, too much for me
They get me confused boy, puts me off to sleep
And the thing I hate - Oh Lord!
Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation's fate.
(Blood On The Rooftops - Wind And Wuthering, 1977 - Genesis)
aho', c'azzecca di brutto
