| It used to rain | |
| Dreary and grey | |
| Most every day | |
| But not any more | |
| We come out of our homes | |
| We lie down | |
| Under the cloud that never comes | |
| We roll in the radiation | |
| And we make love | |
| Under the sun | |
| Under the sun | |
| The polar ice is melting | |
| 'suits me fine | |
| We go to the beach on the northern line | |
| We watch the sea | |
| Comin up the street | |
| Under the sun | |
| Under the sun | |
| It used to rain | |
| Dreary and grey | |
| Most every day | |
| But not any more | |
| We take off our clothes | |
| And have some fun | |
| Under the sun | |
| Under the sun |