Tubes - Who Names the Hurricanes lyrics

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Tubes - Who Names the Hurricanes lyrics

(Prince/Cambra) Wongo Songo/BMI/ Gazworks/ASCAP All along the lighthouse reef The turmoil sweeps in the soil and weeps its beef With a lack of warning--Hey you Can't you read the signs Cartwheeling reams of trees They sound their dreams as they whistle by This weather uncaged--destroy Mother of Troy an ancient god Descends upon the land And backhands the once serene Sound their dreams as they whistle by She's all the rage Who names the hurricanes Who mops up the sea and rings out The devil in a torn dress What will they name her What will she call him Whirlwind of a woman--this defiant one Who knows no sympathy for the weak She turns her other cheek To my feeble plea And my destiny She's all the rage Who names the hurricanes Call it Catherine Dash with a flash in the pan Or Constance With hell bent fury on man Try David He's a cla**ic machismo Gail suits a catastrophic swipe of a steel brush Hush--hush She writes history and leaves no mystery As the wane moon unfolds and spills the hearts of a Thousand beaus on ones who came before Who comes from a dead hot fog Straight outta Hermuda Like a colossal electric shaver Clipping a billion trees Transporting exotic birds to unfamiliar surrounds You resign to read the signs Up go the dread red flags Who's to blame What's in a name She's all the rage Who names the hurricanes What's in a name and who's to blame You can't resist these winds of fame Dub it Diana--eye at the quiet core and more Jeannie--a soft warm breeze 'til she sneeze Unearthing Eva--you musta believa Hunkraven Hannah--has spumed yo face Alexandria--black browed savage grace Shirley burley bannana fanna fo fury Roxanne--the gusty tramp turns the sun into a sickly orb I'm amped! Madeline's the name they call the torrents of rain That maul my brain--she's insane! Cyclone Gladys--the goddess oh so maddess Typhoon June's the tag they put on a force Such as this Who would name a storm Bruce Only one whose a** is lose Calling Camille--her howling hazards of late ravage The ground like an atom bomb Hugo--you go boy! Hurricane Roy-oy oy! Big Bertha--have mertha

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