Speaking of the Weather Songtext
von Dick Powell

Pardon me, Miss, do you belong to this umbrella?
Pardon me, Miss, it matches your eyes
Speaking of eyes, if they belong to this umbrella
They should be sheltered at once
From those threatening skies
Speaking of skies and the storm in view
I′d like to clear up a point or two

Speaking of the weather
Speaking of the weather
Speaking of the weather
It isn't the humidity, it′s you
Come donner, come blitzen
Come pitter or pat
What in thunder thunder
Compared to my heart when it beats like that


Speaking of the weather
Speaking of the thunder
Speaking of the lightning
It's frightening, dear, what your eyes can do
Let the heavens crash, zoom and swirl
Let it flash, boy meets girl
Speaking of the weather
Good old weather
Ain't it lovely weather
And incidentally, I love you

Speaking of the weather
Speaking of the weather
Speaking of the weather
It isn′t the humidity, oh it′s you
Come donner, come blitzen
Come pitter or pat
What in thunder thunder
Compared to my heart when it beats like that
Speaking of the weather
Speaking of the thunder
Speaking of the lightning
It's frightening, dear, what your eyes can do
Let the heavens crash, zoom and swirl
Let it flash, boy meets girl

Speaking of the weather
Good old weather
Ain′t it lovely weather
And incidentally, I love you