Philip Melancon - The Man Who Tells the Hurricanes Where To Blow lyrics

(Spoken) Alright, alright. Ooh, I'm looking out the window and it looks like we have a storm coming in. I think we could use a nice, sincere weatherman. Let me see, let me find a song here about a weatherman I could use. Hey, ah, Nash Roberts. That's what it's gonna be. (Sung) Every year for hurricane season Nash is awakened from his hibernation A happy farm boy from New Orleans Who waxes copasetic when the whether gets funky Come on honey, turn on the tube Let's see what this storms gonna do Switch the channels on over to 4 See the man who tells the hurricanes where to blow. Uptown, downtown, the Rigolets Summer cooks up this tempest of heat Tape up your windows, stock up on beer Let's see where Nash is gonna steer He never bothers for a depression Off the coast of Africa Those longitudes are too long away To ever bother us in the Gulf He never gives a thought To a storm in the Atlantic He's the guy who never has to panic His eyes are better than the casino's He tells the hurricanes where to blo-o-ow All the tricks Nash does on TV You could pick up at any KB He never polishes his repartee Or bludgeons any fancy gadgetry But who you going to call When there's a drop of the pressure And the storm is heading up the river And your house is next to go, You listen to the man who's in the kno-o-wow With his balsa line, he'll pick a spot Then in red he'll chart the course Select a time on down to the minute When exactly, you're gonna feel it So when a hurricane is eyeing the city Tickling the delta of the Mississippi Call the man who put the 4 in forecast Nash, the man in the know He's the guy who tells the hurricanes Where to blow, wow-o-ow-oo, wow-o-o-wooooo-o Thank you.