Jan, Jan the weatherman Lives across the hall in an old beer can Comes over now and then with a stick and a pan He wants to join the band Jan, Jan He's the weatherman Looks like a product of the Manson gang I asked him about his past one day Nearly lost my life that way Will it rain? Will it shine? Once a month, a big fat man walks out of Jan's door Comes back 20 minutes later with a hundred sandwiches or more I said, "Hey Jan, what's this all about?" Jan just says, "Shhhhh, I don't wanna get kicked out" Jan, Jan He's the weatherman He's got a kid sister who could use a tan She talks so low and scary it's hard to understand What's the weather gonna be like tomorrow, Jan?