Nice to know the south gets some rain / wind. Up 'ere in t' frozen north we 'ardly get out of wellies. Then when all t' lakes is full you nick our water and we can't wash. I 'ad a bath last November and it's nearly time fer another.
I don't walk I float. The gas board want to frack me coz they can smell gas.
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
I'm comin' down fast from miles above you.