The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

Play ball (one two three four)

Where's my per diem?

Ladies and gentlemen, the Carl Reiner Band

Hey Bobby, where's the keys to the rent-a-car?

Jimmy, Jimmy, can I open the show in Atlanta please?

Warning! Don't ever start a band!

He worked hard all year

Just wanted a few weeks alone

But his old lady's into modeling

She can't get away from a phone

Besides, she bitches about the mosquitoes

She says, down there, there is nothing to do

Her goddamn phone never stops ringing

He'll try the service in a day maybe two

Well, he's on his third drink

Before the wheels of the plane leave the ground

Makin' points with the stewardess high over Long Island Sound

She's also spending some time on the island

Too much city madness gives her the blues

They make a date to go dancing and dining

It seems neither has that much to lose

The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful

My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away

My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful

Hell, nobody's perfect, would you like to play?

I feel together today

Well, now that's just the start of a well-deserved overdue binge

Meanwhile, back in the city certain people are starting to cringe

His lawyers are calling his parents

His girlfriend doesn't know what to think

His partners are studying their options

He's just singing and ordering drinks

The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful

The skies are too clear, life's so easy today

The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful

No place like home when you're this far away

I don't care what they say

(I don't care)

(I don't care)

(I don't care)

(I don't care!)

He's goin' back to New York pack it up and let everyone know (back to New York)

It was something that he should have done such a long time ago

Still, time to start a new life in the palm trees

Ah, Billy Clyde wasn't insane

And if it doesn't work out, there'll never be any doubt

That the pleasure was worth all the pain

The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful

The skies are too clear, life's so easy today

The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful

No place like home when you're this far away

Time for to play

I need time for to play

Time for to play

I need time for to play

I need time for to play

I need time for to play

I need time for to play