They lie, the news, the Weather Channel
Their forecasts spell no word of truth
I only trust Al Gore right now
With words he is so very smooth
This late June night I switch A/C to heat,
Bring extra blankets to my bed.
I'd put on socks and one more sweatshirt ,
But wait for Al to come instead.
I dream of Gore, his pulitzer, his oscar,
His words of wisdom so smooth.
I know Al will always warm me
With his forever inconvenient truth.