We thought it was exaggeration
We thought the papers were all wrong
The GRPs were selling fast and pricey
But still the facts remained unknown

We thought it was the last agenda setting
But everything just comes and goes
We thought it would be just a passing shadow
As everything just comes and goes

And then the shelves became quite meager
A sight we weren't used at all
All planes were booked and trains were rather crowded And warmer clothes
Became the norm

We thought it was the last agenda setting
But everything just comes and goes
And still we thought it'd be a passing shadow
As everything just comes and goes

And when the dust clouds grew thicker
We lost the sight of the sun
And when the light bulbs would flicker
We realized we were wrong
About the year with no summer