Fetch the Barometer

The orange selling ladies were nowhere to be found

The phantom was out haunting but there was no one around

Except the dentist in the garden with both feet underground

While the harlequins were busy, with devaluing the pound

I heard it on my TV, Dick Turpin had been caught

I went to buy a nightmare, but they'd already been bought

So I picked me up a burden and it cost more than I thought

It's time like this I wish these were the types of things I'd been taught

The actress was moaning she had been double-crossed

She sat amongst her bookshelves with the windows lines with frost